Uff Yaa

When the world hasn't quite grown up yet, but Roli is already shining on your wrist, a special genre of youthful audacity emerges. Where fifteen sounds like thirty, and confidence is like currency. Here, no one asks for permission - they just make a track that would blow up the club, if, of course, minors were allowed in.

A funny mix of naivety and luxury: million-dollar deals through parents, calls from ‘Messi's son,’ and the whole world, which seems to be slightly behind, trying to copy intonations, movements, style. But it's not even arrogance - just a natural state when swag comes with baby teeth.

There is no malice in this beat, just a slight chuckle. Because being a ‘rich teenager’ is not about money, but about energy that cannot be bought. When every ‘uff ja’ sounds like a slap in the face to everyone who has forgotten what it's like to be too young to doubt and confident enough to be original.