Cold ends

Yeah

Night time, headlights dim

Block quiet, tension in

Watching mirrors, counting wins

If it pops, we don’t flinch

Black mask, black whip

No talk, just grip

Ends made us like this

So we move how we live

Corners cold, breath on show

Face covered, move slow

Bag heavy, pockets low

If they ask, say we don’t know

Got ops on the back

We riddin counting all the stacks

But we hiddin, duck the traps

Low key moves, never clap

Side streets, back routes

No trace, no doubt

Phones dead, we black out

Leave no prints, move about

New day, same war

Eyes open, see more

Brothers down, we settle scores

Quiet cash, close the door

Talk is noise, we don’t yap

Eyes on road, eyes on map

Step wrong, we collapse

Pressure builds, stay strapped

No names, no receipts

Silent work, clean streets

Pressure up but we don’t speak

Count it late, go to sleep

Type shit