Cold Hearted Killa

[Verse 1]
Cold hearted killa
Money running my mind all day
Harley roaring, redline vision
I don’t ever hit the brakes
One-eighty on the dash
Tattoo letters on the chrome
Middle finger to the blue lights
I ain’t ever going home (nah)
[Chorus]
Cold hearted killa, that’s my name, that’s my stain
Money on my mental, all this pressure in my brain
Running from the boys, middle finger to the sky
Only way I’m going down is dead and gone, I’ll never cry
Cold hearted killa, engine screaming through the night
Devil on my shoulder saying “ride or die or fight”
Running from the boys, middle finger to the sky
Only way I’m going down is dead and gone, I’ll never cry (never cry)
[Verse 2]
Had the chopper in the jacket
Metal colder than my soul
Zipper hiding dirty habits
Every pocket got a role
See the sirens in my mirror
Hear the static on the talk
If they box me in the corner
Then I’m chalk upon the block (yeah)
[Chorus]
Cold hearted killa, that’s my name, that’s my stain
Money on my mental, all this pressure in my brain
Running from the boys, middle finger to the sky
Only way I’m going down is dead and gone, I’ll never cry
Cold hearted killa, engine screaming through the night
Devil on my shoulder saying “ride or die or fight”
Running from the boys, middle finger to the sky
Only way I’m going down is dead and gone, I’ll never cry (killa)

rap, Aggressive trap banger with male vocals, eerie bell loop and dark pads over sliding 808s and sharp hi-hats. Verses stay tight and snarled, hook explodes with layered chant-style backing vocals and ad-libs. Short distorted guitar and engine-rev FX tucked in for Harley energy, mix keeps vocal front and center and relentless.