More songs by Nemzzz
Description
The glint of watches through the dark windows of cars, the cold of the street, which has long since ceased to be about the weather. Here, success is measured not by likes, but by square feet of land behind a high fence, where even neighbors cannot shout to each other. In words, it's an eternal race: yesterday it was considered survival, today it's “rose gold” on the wrist. It's funny and bitter at the same time - as if status toys should cover up the fatigue of eternal confrontation. Music turns this into a confident step: loud, icy, and a little provocative, like a challenge to everyone who still has “no hits.”
Lyrics and translation
Original
(ZEL, this shit crazy)
Ay, just copped me the AP rose-gold Skeleton (brrt, brrt)
At this point, I'm lookin' at bro, like, "Yo, who's better than?" (Like, "Yo, who's better?")
Before I slide inside, my love, best know we ain't anythin' (no, no)
This one from UK, but I swear that bag American (phew)
Say you trap, but where are the cats? Say you got heat, but where are the waps?
Say you got P, then bring out a stack, tinted windows wrapped in black
It was me tryna rob man, doin' up jack boy, now it's the other way 'round
That's why I keep it closer with whenever I go uptown
Without no money I cannot survive, ain't leavin' here 'til I get this right
Still, I keep my enemies close, still, I know this shit ain't right, ay
Everyone got Day-Dates now, everyone got Richards
It's cold outside, my G, and you know I ain't talkin' about no blizzard
Ay, just copped me the AP rose-gold Skeleton (brrt, brrt)
At this point, I'm lookin' at bro, like, "Yo, who's better than?" (Like, "Yo, who's better?")
Before I slide inside, my love, best know we ain't anythin' (no, no)
This one from UK, but I swear that back American (phew)
Tryna be rich, not famous, I swear, this clout too dangerous
Council homes, we came from Gorton, move out, and failin' payments
All my guys risk-takers (all my), I need me a house with acres (all my)
Somewhere I can't see my neighbours, somewhere I can't see no one
Ay, we in a super league like Oxlade-Chamberlain
Paid in full like Mitch, tryna avoid that RICO, RICO, RICO
Chandelier what's on my neck, Ballon d'Or what's on my wrist
I know them guys I beef, they're pissed, I know them rappers hate me droppin'
'Cause they can't put out no hits (shit, man, get back in the booth)
Ay, just copped me the AP rose-gold Skeleton (brrt, brrt)
At this point, I'm lookin' at bro, like, "Yo, who's better than?" (Like, "Yo, who's better?")
Before I slide inside, my love, best know we ain't anythin' (no, no)
This one from UK, but I swear that back American (phew)