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Sochi ain't a city, it's a mask, my guy,
Beaches in the front, but the filth's nearby.
Coke in the glass, ice on the tongue,
Rich kids burnin' stacks like the world's already done.

Call girls on demand — pick your style,
Each got a price tag, sold with a smile.
Drippin' in Gucci but dead in the soul,
Three lines in, she don't care who she hold.

Harbor rats — used to wear the badge,
Now rollin' G-Wagons, flashin' fake creds.
Scammin', movin’ weight, money offshore,
Even the judge got a boss in a bulletproof Porsche.

Chorus
Welcome to hell with a view and a beach,
Where the rich get high, and the streets don't sleep.
Sunset's sweet — yeah, looks good on your feed,
But the night breathes crime underneath that heat.

Verse 2
Sochi’s where your dreams get snuffed,
License plates say power — but it’s all corrupt.
Gangsters wear suits, sit on boards,
Smilin’ wide while they traffic more.

Dirty cash, crypto, shell accounts,
Everything’s legal if your boys got clout.
Kids from the blocks tryna chase that fame,
But no plug? No shot — you a pawn in the game.

Say the wrong thing, end up in the sea,
Black water don't talk, just swallows deep.
Watch your step — streets too hot to trust,
Looks like heaven, but it's built on dust.

Chorus
Welcome to hell with a view and a beach,
Where the rich get high, and the streets don't sleep.
Sunset's sweet — yeah, looks good on your feed,
But the night breathes crime underneath that heat.

Outro (whispered)
Sochi — sun and blood on sand,
Better stay sharp if you don’t understand.
This paradise got sins to hide,
Only the cold survive that ride.
Стиль музыки
Hip Hop, Anticipation, Soprano