YEH!

The pulse of the city in your pocket - money rings louder than conscience, and it's almost boastfully innocent. Here you have a platinum visa, a rocket flight instead of a plane, and the feeling that the world is a stage and everyone is watching their own screen. It sounds like a walk through luxurious chaos: rhymes shoot, phrases dive into Instagram stories, and self-confidence tugs at your ear with warm irony.

The vocals are like a gentleman thief: bold, smiling, unapologetic. All around is a party, Mercedes cars, glossy ribs, and the rustles of the night; somewhere between the lines, shadows of the past flicker, but they are parried by champagne and bass. The feeling of a celebration on the verge of absurdity - and in this is comfort: to live loudly, joke sharply, and remain impervious to complaint.