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Description
A bandana on the forehead, a spinner at the ready, and in the hand, not a toy, but reality, with no “rewind” button. This track sounds like a street chronicle, recorded between camera clicks and the suppressed laughter of those who already understand everything. Here, every line is like walking on a knife's edge: bold, precise, and with a touch of deliberate theatricality. It's not just the gun that shines, but also the self-irony. And even though there's smoke and glitz all around, it's not about money - it's about who survives and breaks free. Or at least who shoots first.