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Description
A scorching reality, where every day feels like an exam with no chance of retaking it. Everything is burning: cars, pockets, nerves. Luxury and danger go hand in hand, as if they were one and the same word. All around are chases, suspicions, the ostentatious glamour of brands, and inside, a constant conversation with the sky, as if trying to convince oneself that it's all worth it. The music sounds like life on a hot seat: risk, speed, and the feeling that the brakes have long since been removed.
Lyrics and translation
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For the king, for the crown, where you shootin' at? Life's Gucci, two-fifty in a Louis bag Army guns, exotic guns, I don't know how to remove the mag I'm like- Ayy, I live in a hotseat I gotta live in that bitch