Cold New York Winters

[Intro]
Numb face
Ice in my jaw (yeah)
Whole block
Ready for war
[Verse 1]
Nine mil locked, loaded on my waistline
NY wind, soul froze in the daytime
Grind when the sun up, pockets on a deadline
Shine when the moon out, money got a dark side
Devil in my veins, feel the static in my fingers
Voices in my head, old sins, new triggers
Teardrop heavy, every blink let it hang there
Killer run cold, I don’t feel when it ain’t fair
[Chorus]
Cold New York winters in my chest (so cold)
Heart like the sidewalk filled with stress
If I slide, then I slide, no regret
Pray for me, I ain’t met God yet
Cold New York winters in my blood (in my blood)
I was raised in the smoke and the flood
If I die, better carve it in the stone
I was built out the pain and the chrome
[Verse 2]
Late night lurk, black hoodie, black story
Concrete gospel, violence and glory
Eyes like glass, see the past in the storefront
Every little loss just turned to a war front
Mama said chill, but the rent need pressure
Judge want time, but the block want extras
Cops cruise slow, see the hate in they rearview
I don’t fear death, I just fear who I turn into
[Chorus]
Cold New York winters in my chest (so cold)
Heart like the sidewalk filled with stress
If I slide, then I slide, no regret
Pray for me, I ain’t met God yet
Cold New York winters in my blood (in my blood)
I was raised in the smoke and the flood
If I die, better carve it in the stone
I was built out the pain and the chrome

rap, Aggressive East Coast drill-leaning beat, male vocals. Distorted 808s and sharp hi-hats under detuned piano stabs; verses tight and percussive with double-time pockets. Hook widens with stacked vocals, low choir pads, and a snarling lead synth. Energy climbs from menacing simmer to full-blown rage by the last chorus.