ICED TEA (feat. 21 Savage, Project Pat & Coupe)

It shines, it rings, and it strides confidently, as if life were a catwalk and success were part of the dress code. It smells of leather, money, and gasoline from an old Camaro, and each verse is like a slow-motion movement: rings sparkle, rhymes click, money stacks up in neat towers. Everything around revolves around the principle of “work to eat,” without sentimentality or pauses for pity. The coldness of chains, the heat of ambition, a touch of criminal chic, and a sea of self-satisfied calm. The world may be noisy, but here it is clear without words: if it burns, it lives.