GUGU x 2115

A mixture of armoured confidence and old scars, smelling of concrete from his native neighbourhood. Each verse is like a report to oneself: for survival, for family, for not breaking down when others write that you are ‘nobody.’ Here, ambition is not in glossy magazines, but in calluses and bruises, in the desire to buy a house for your mother, not just hype. In this sound, there is the coldness of chains, the sweetness of victory, and the laughter of guys who no longer believe in words, only facts. Everything is loud, bold, on the edge - but somewhere between the lines, you can hear a tired ‘I just wanted to live better.’