

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro – distorted, Russian whisper] Тише… Бас говорит за меня… (Yeah…) [Verse 1] 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 [Pre-Hook] Cold soul, winter inside Heart like stone, I don’t hide They scream loud, I move mute Real power don’t need proof [Hook / Drop] 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
Tags
Memphis style,raw,brutal, underground,phonk,hard phonk
1:24
No
1/2/2026