Indo-grime heat in C minor. 808s hit like truths you can’t dodge. Sitar slashes, tabla rolls, thunder FX—this ain’t rap, it’s reckoning. A grime-drenched takedown of false kings, smooth liars, and rented crowns. Halftime bridge growls hit like judgment day. No throne’s safe.

we all ain't clean

I'm Coda Wolf. My tracks are built from scars, smoke, and late-night truths. Not here to chase charts—I speak what I live.
 No fake hype, no watered-down vibes.
One voice. One vision. No apologies.

we all ain't clean

codawolf