“NO NAME IN THE SNOW”

Тише…

Бас говорит за меня…

(Yeah…)

Snow on my boots, blood in the bass

City breathe smoke when I show my face

No friends, no gods, just grit and grind

Eyes half-dead, but the aura shine

Street don’t love, street don’t care

Still I walk like I own the air

No gold teeth, no flashy chain

Still my shadow make ‘em feel pain

Cold soul, winter inside

Heart like stone, I don’t hide

They scream loud, I move mute

Real power don’t need proof

Aura farm — no name, no fame

Bass so low crack the frame

I don’t flex, I don’t claim

Still the room feel changed

Aura farm — dark, no sound

One slow step, whole block drown

No crown, no throne, no chain

Still they feel the reign