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Heavy, shiny, smelling of asphalt after rain - the sound of a big city where success is measured in grams of gold and the thickness of the wad in your envelope. Here, every word is like a flash on an iPhone in the dark, where bragging and exhaustion are mixed together in a single frame. Everything is at its maximum: Rollie sparkles, friends are on the line, and the air is filled with a mixture of ambition, weed, and nostalgia for a time when you had to fight for your name.

Underneath the mask of self-confidence is an almost childish “look, I did it.” Money, brands, penthouses, but between the lines you can hear the familiar “life taught me its own lessons.” And somewhere beneath the layers of beats and bars is that same guy from the neighborhood who just doesn't want to be overlooked again.