"Prada" by Feddi is a banger that merges the swagger of Rap/HipHop, the infectious rhythms of Pop, and the smooth vibes of Trap R&B, all produced masterfully by L-Fanguz. This track, clocking in at a BPM of 96 and set in the key of 6A, is an energetic ride through the luxury and opulence of high-end living. From the very first beat, "Prada" grips you with its hypnotic hook: “Say she like Louie, well I like Prada. She want good credit, well I got dollars, bae.” This isn't just a song; it's an anthem for anyone who's ever dreamed big and lived larger.

Feddi, hailing from the heart of Atlanta's Westside, delivers his verses with a blend of confidence and finesse that's hard to ignore. He paints a vivid picture of a lifestyle filled with cash, class, and a bit of defiance against the haters: "Bae we keep on balling, they getting tired of us. See we got cash, they just got followers." The lyrics are a testament to his ambition and relentless pursuit of success, making "Prada" not just a track but a declaration.

The production by L-Fanguz is equally impeccable. The beats are crisp, the bass hits hard, and the melodies weave seamlessly with Feddi's flow. This song is perfect for turning up the energy, whether you're getting ready for a night out, cruising through the city, or hitting the gym. It's an instant mood booster, transforming mundane moments into something extraordinary.

The chorus, repeated for maximum impact, reinforces the themes of loyalty and readiness: “I promise if you fall today, I swear I'm just one call away.” It's a reminder of the support system we all crave and the promise of being there for your loved ones, no matter the circumstances. Feddi’s ability to blend personal touches with universal themes makes "Prada" relatable yet aspirational.

Released under Cairo Street Records, "Prada" is more than just a song; it’s a statement. It's about making a mark, living unapologetically, and celebrating success in all its forms. With a music video directed by JayUnited and executively produced for Cairo Street Studios, filmed across iconic Atlanta locations, the visuals promise to be as compelling as the track itself.

In essence, "Prada" by Feddi is an electrifying blend of lyrical prowess, masterful production, and raw energy. It’s a track that captures the essence of ambition and luxury, making it a must-have on any playlist. So, turn up the volume, let the beat take over, and get ready to experience the high life, one verse at a time. FeddiDaOne1@gmail.com | thisisfeddi@gmail.com | https://linktr.ee/feddicairost.

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Feddi - Prada

Feddi, born Demetrius Robbins, has a story to tell. It’s punctuated by pain, bound by betrayal, and has as much family drama as a Shakespearean play. But the setting isn’t some far-flung European city ruled by kings and nobility. Feddi is from Zone 1, Westside, Atlanta. An infamous neighborhood where life is a gamble, and even if you play your cards right, you can still lose it all. This is the hood that raised him, nurtured his love of music, and where he made his name in the streets. Feddi’s life story is worthy of a feature film–but his music has a documentary quality. And his story doesn’t just represent him. It also describes the voiceless people that grew up in neighborhoods like Zone 1 all over the world.
Tragedy struck Feddi’s family when he was just in second grade. In a story so gruesome that it was depicted on the TV show ATL Homicides, Feddi’s father was kidnapped, tortured, and ultimately murdered by his own cousins. “I stayed outta school for two years,” he recalls. “Like a whole two years, I didn’t go to school. APD sitting outside my house. Cause ain’t nobody locked up. Don’t nobody know what’s going on.”
Feddi’s dad, known affectionately as Deke the Freak from Cairo Street, was a well-known and respected figure in the neighborhood. So even though he was tragically killed, that respect and love extended to his son after his passing. “I had to live up to the name. But just being his son, it had me being taken care of. That led to me not ever having to worry about where I’m sleeping at. Where I’m gonna eat at. It wasn’t not one house in the neighborhood I couldn’t walk into. If I’m hungry, man, I’m finna to eat. It might be a different house every night,” he recalls.
Even having experienced something so heinous as a kid, Feddi never sought traditional therapy. Instead, he used music as an outlet to release his pain. “I cry the most when I’m making my songs. I might think of a line or something, and my voice might get to shaking while I’m trying to record. Cause I’m talking to myself as I’m going,” says the Atlanta native. “This is my outlet. I’m gonna probably do this for the rest of my life. Even if I’m not putting that out. Just so I can hear myself talk to myself.”
His earliest experience with music was born out of the ingenuity that comes from having to make do with whatever you have. “My friend down the street had a little radio boom box that you was able to press a button to record what you were saying,” remembers Feddi.” We had some instrumentals on the old, old, Xbox. Like the first Xbox ever made.We turned the TV up loud, played the instrumentals off the TV, and put the radio close to the TV so it could pick up the beat and pick up our voice.”
This was one of the first songs he ever made, and even though it wasn’t recorded in a professional studio, it was Feddi’s first clue that he had natural talent. He gained comfort performing in front of larger audiences at school talent shows. He was also surrounded by music in his own home, his mother was an accomplished singer, and his sister tried her hand at rap at a young age, too.
What further solidified the possibility of actually making his musical dreams come true was seeing someone else from his hood behind to make it big a few years later–1017 Records/ Famerica signee Ralo. “I knew it was real when I seen my brother Ralo actually get himself known to be a rapper,” says Feddi. “Me and him grew up together. That’s my brother. Both of us Muslim. And we from the same spot.”
That inspiration didn’t immediately lead to his own success, though. While more and more people began to recognize Feddi as an up-and-coming talent from Atlanta, he ran into
obstacles that kept his music from reaching a larger audience. “I’ve been lied to a million times. Supposed to have been signed a million times. And I turned down a couple offers too.”
Now he’s decided to take his future into his own hands. Along with his family, he started Cairo Street Records, a nod to the hood that raised him. “I’m doing all this shit with all these other folk. Helping them build their thing up. I’m like, let me go back to my own hood and start my own shit. I think I done learned enough and been through enough to know what to do now.”
And through it all, he’s still here. Still rapping. Still hustling. Still putting his pain into his music. Still speaking for those who can’t speak for themselves