Niketown Lyrics – Pashanim

Niketown Lyrics Meaning

[Intro]
Just asking if Coolpacc is around – quick check-in.

[Hook]
He’s telling us to meet him at Niketown, a trendy spot on Berlin’s Ku’damm, where he’s showing off his stylish but rugged clothes. Even though things seem smooth, people say something’s off, like a messed-up watch. He’s driving fast in a rented car, switching lanes aggressively. When you visit his neighborhood (61), the strong smell of weed hits you as soon as you step in.

[Part 1]
He’s talking about his surroundings—Hajar takes his breath away, and his cousin is out committing robberies. His car music is blasting so loud his passenger can’t hear. They even shot a Nike ad in 4K using a stolen camera, showing how they hustle creatively. He emphasizes self-belief—no one will believe in you unless you believe in yourself first. In Berlin, even being on the street feels like you’re paying a toll, showing how tough life is there. He asks a friend to build something for him, but the guy already built two. He jokes about shopping favors that never come through. Although he has a ton of unreleased songs, they’re stuck in the vault. He didn’t have an older brother to guide him—he had to learn everything on his own. While others wait for a degree or success, he warns not to play the hero too early. Instead, stay low, work quietly, and eventually make real money. His last line shows frustration and rebellion against the world’s system.

[Hook]
Again, he paints that same picture—he’s out front at Niketown in cool gear, with people judging what they don’t understand. He’s speeding through the streets like he owns them. His area is heavy with street life, and that smell in the hallway says a lot about what goes down there.

[Part 2]
He’s describing how hot things are in his neighborhood—dangerous and intense. He’s grinding hard, running around in Levi’s chasing bundles of cash. He calls out people who act like they’re around but really aren’t. There’s no cigarette smoking, but his boy is sipping real codeine syrup, which is worth a lot. They buy gold from trusted people and smoke top-shelf stuff in Marbella. His crew has credit cards that grow in value on their own, hinting at long-term hustle. He’s constantly getting snapped by fans, even though he’s not officially signed to the local football club, Hertha. Still, he feels committed and loyal to his city.

[Hook]
Same energy again—he’s repping his fashion on Ku’damm, moving fast through the city, dodging judgment, and bringing you into his gritty Berlin world where the air smells like weed and the vibe is unapologetically real.