“NO NAME IN THE SNOW”

[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

Memphis style,raw,brutal, underground,phonk,hard phonk