You don’t need luck. You need fire. This one’s built for the bold.
Hot red. Loud. Dangerous in the best way. The kind of piece that doesn’t wait for attention — it takes it. Rolled bills where cigarettes used to be, because your hustle doesn’t smoke slow — it burns fast.
We made this for the risk-takers. For the ones who bet on themselves. For the ones who crash ceilings, not waves.
You’ve got the drive. The nerve. The hunger. This is your warning label.
