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Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Cold in my city
Uh
[Verse 1]
Grey blocks
Steam from the drains
Mum said pray
Bro said aim
Two phones buzzing
Names on a list
Plug want bread
Judge want wrists
Hoodie up
Face half gone in the shadow
Old friend turned fed
That’s how the path go
Council flat kitchen
Dreams in a kettle
Turned that pain
Into ice and metal
[Chorus]
Cold in my city, my soul got frost
Heart so numb, I can’t feel loss
Eyes on the bag, can’t take days off
Pray I make it home when the day’s signed off
Cold in my city, my soul got frost
Whole block hungry, we all got cost
Hands in the air when the sirens cross
Cold in my city and we still move boss
[Verse 2]
Late night run
Black tracksuit, plain
One wrong turn
Whole life down the drain
Cousin in a box
Other one locked
Still see blue tape
When I cross that block
[low vocal register] Voices in my head
“Go legit, don’t slip”
But my card keep bouncing
Like my temper when I flip
Little bro watching
Copy how I live
Tryna buy time
But the streets don’t give
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 27, 2025
Duration1:37
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Dark UK drill / trap hybrid, male vocals. Skittering hi-hats, sliding bass, clipped piano stabs and eerie vocal chops. First verse tight and close-mic’d, chorus opens with stacked gang vocals and wider stereo image. Second verse steps up aggression with ad‑libs and stutters. Snare hits stay sharp and dry, 808 glues the low end for heavy head-nod bounce., hip hop, drill
Credits
Prompt by
DJ_Miguel01
DJ_Miguel01ModelAria v5
Prompt
Drill, trap, hip hop
