COLD WORLD, COLD VERSE

TITLE: "COLD WORLD, COLD VERSE"

[Hook – Cold Verse]
Cold world, cold heart, cold verse,
Turn pain into lines, make the whole beat hurt.
If they ask who next, better say me first,
If they ask who real, better say me worse.

[Verse 1 – Cold Verse]
I ain’t pop out the blue, I crawled out the mold,
Out the late-night noise, out the roach-in-the-bowl.
Out the “we ain’t got much,” out the “hold that down,”
Out the “why you always mad?” with a half-off frown.

I was raised on “figure it out,” not “they’ll save you,”
On “no one is coming,” so my own hands came through.
Turned overdraft fees to a villain arc plot,
Every L that I took went and sharpened my stock.

I don’t “want it,” I’m owed it, that’s a whole diff fuel,
You chase shine, I chase ghosts I ain’t buried from school.
I remember bein’ broke, heart heavy, no plan,
Now I turn every flashback to a deaded exam.

You can keep your lil’ image, I’m too cracked to pretend,
I’m the thoughts you don’t post when the fake shit ends.
If the game need a spine, I’m the one they gon’ nurse,
Cold world, cold heart—what you expect from a Verse?

[Hook – Cold Verse]
Cold world, cold heart, cold verse,
Turn pain into lines, make the whole beat hurt.
If they ask who next, better say me first,
If they ask who real, better say me worse.

[Verse 2 – Cold Verse]
I’m the bug in they system that survive every patch,
Every “he mid” comment get walked back fast.
You a “who that?” mention, I’m the name in bold,
That they whisper ‘fore they rap ‘cause the room turn cold.

I put pressure on they craft just by breathin’ on wax,
Turn they “hardest 16” to a throwaway scratch.
You want props from the net, I want fear in the booth,
I want rappers changin’ verses when they hear my truth.

I’m the line in they set list that they scared to perform,
‘Cause it sound like *my* life, not the cap they adorned.
I don’t chase top spots, I erase them, then build,
If the crown fit my head, it’s ‘cause I bent that steel.

You can trend for a week, I’m a scar on a year,
I don’t fade with the sound, I make sounds disappear.
If they ask who run through fire and come back worse,
Cold world, cold heart, cold name: Cold Verse.

[verse 3 – Cold Verse]

Cold world, cold heart, now you know what the name’s worth,
I ain’t chasin’ no crown, I make kings hate birth.
If the game got a gate, I’m the crack in the frame,
If your list miss me, that whole list lame.

When the beat cut off and the crowd go mute,
It’s my lines in your head that refuse to commute.
Remember this: if it bleed, I wrote it first—
Cold world, cold heart… and a colder Verse.

[Hook – final]
Cold world, cold heart, cold verse,
Turn pain into lines, make the whole beat hurt.
If they ask who next, better say me first,
If they ask who real, better say me worse.
Cold world, cold heart, cold verse—
yeah… let ‘em run that in reverse.

[outro spoken - cold verse]
End of the track, not the story. It’s Cold Verse talking—remember that when the beat dies.

dark aggressive lyrical rap, dense multis, sharp wordplay, emotional but cocky, high-energy delivery