Cole Palmer

The booming bass rocks like an engine at midnight, when the city has already run out of steam and the streets breathe steam from under the asphalt. It smells of sweat, skin, and metal - everything is real. Words fly like bullets - short, clear, without sentiment. Every sound is like a flash of headlights emerging from the darkness, every beat a reminder that those who survive here are those who don't change, who go all the way with those they call their own.

Somewhere between the heat of the street and the cold of your palms, confidence is born - without pretense, without gilding, just inner steel. And when the bass drops again, the feeling remains: the night is long, but the team is there, and that's enough.

Producer: YassineBeats

Co-author, vocals: 3robi, Ninho

Director and editing: Jan Koch

Cinematographer: Lawrence Fock

VHS: ShotByJaynoah