Rim'k Ninho - Air Max (paroles/lyrics) -

In this world, your status isn't just what’s in your pocket; it’s what’s on your feet. The isn't a shoe; it’s a statement. It’s the uniform of the hustle, the velvet cushioning for a life lived on the run. Whether it’s the neon glow of a 90 or the sleek transparency of a VaporMax, each bubble of air is a pocket of defiance against the gravity of the streets.

When the sirens cut through the air like a jagged blade, the pace changes. The walk becomes a sprint. The grip on the capot tightens. In the blur of the chase, the only thing that stays grounded is the silhouette of the swoosh. It’s a culture of appearances where "on prend tes photos," but the real story is written in the creases of the leather and the dust on the mesh. Rim'k Ninho - Air Max (Paroles/Lyrics)

The track fades, but the echo remains—a heartbeat in the sole, a rhythm in the stride. As long as the city breathes, the Air Max will keep walking, one bubble at a time. In this world, your status isn't just what’s

The asphalt hums under the weight of the city, a grey tapestry woven with the threads of ambition and survival. On every corner, the silhouette remains the same—shoulders squared against the wind, eyes sharp like a predator’s, and the unmistakable click-clack of soles hitting the pavement. Whether it’s the neon glow of a 90

"Pas de cocaïne dans mon nez," the rhythm pulses, a reminder that the highs here are found in the grind, not the chemicals. It’s about the "braco" and the "gommes," the fast moves made in the dark of the night and the loyalty shared between "codétenus."