BIG TIME (feat. Wizkid)

From the streets, where concrete smells of sweat and survival, a sound is born that does not ask - it declares. In it is a hoarse gratitude to life that did not finish them off, and a slight mockery of those who tried. Here, they do not seek approval - here, they breathe music instead of prayer, exhale their fatigue with smoke, and once again follow the light that is not there, but seems to be somewhere.

Each line sounds like a scar, but not a complaint - a memory of having to become your own miracle. Dirt, glamour, excitement, peace - all in one rhythm, where even pain dances. It's not just about success, but about the ability to stay alive when the street calls your name.