Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] I was broke, I was bitter Used to split one plate, three dinners Same hoodie all week, same slippers Now the zip get flipped, my wrist shimmer Whole block talk tough, they timid Seen a king turn fiend in a minute Seen a G leave court as a witness See the love turn lean when you winning Dirty money in the cleanest coat Quiet killers, we don't need to boast City ice on my breathing slow Heart froze when my people broke Never prayed for a better life I just prayed that the scale read right Hit the alley in the dead of night If I text that code, that’s a bed for life [Chorus] Colder than the corner, I don't feel a thing Hands steady on the pack, on the wedding ring Trust got clipped, now it's metal that I cling I don't move for the hype, I just move for the win Colder than the corner, couldn't warm me up If you wasn't in the drought, you don't call my bluff Whole world talk loud, I just stack in the cut Cold heart, cold city, but my aim heating up (yeah) [Verse 2] Plug talk, he don't smile, he nod If I miss one call, that's a job If I slip one time, that's a plot So I sleep with my back to the wall in the spot Got fam doing time on a glitch Wrong name, wrong place, wrong snitch Judge read out years like a script Mama cried so hard that her ribs bout split Now I count slow, face blank, calm Every play mapped out, every risk on palm If the boy move loud, he gone Real wolves never show they fangs till dawn (till dawn) I ain't here for the likes and the tags I'm here for my cut and the bag If I said it's up, then it's fact If I said you good, then relax (for real) [Chorus] Colder than the corner, I don't feel a thing Hands steady on the pack, on the wedding ring Trust got clipped, now it's metal that I cling I don't move for the hype, I just move for the win Colder than the corner, couldn't warm me up If you wasn't in the drought, you don't call my bluff Whole world talk loud, I just stack in the cut Cold heart, cold city, but my aim heating up (heating up)
Tags
rap, Dark minimal trap beat built around glacial bells and distant choir swells over deep, trunk-rattling low end. Male vocals in a cold, almost whispered delivery; verses stay sparse with tight punchlines and dry ad-libs. Hook grows hypnotic with doubled vocals, subtle octave layer, and stuttering hats that slowly open up the stereo field, keeping the energy menacing and controlled., deep, hypnotic, minimal
Duration
2:21
Instrumental
No
Created
3/8/2026