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Heavy, shiny, smelling of asphalt after rain - the sound of a big city where success is measured in grams of gold and the thickness of the wad in an envelope. Here, every word is like a flash on an iPhone in the dark, where bragging and fatigue are mixed in one frame. Everything is at its maximum: Rollie sparkles, the gang is on the line, and in the air there is a mixture of ambition, weed and nostalgia for the time when you had to fight for your name.

Underneath the mask of self-confidence is an almost childish ‘look, I did it.’ Money, brands, penthouses, but between the lines you can hear the familiar ‘life taught me its own lessons.’ And somewhere beneath the layers of beats and bars is that same guy from the neighbourhood who just doesn't want to be overlooked again.