

Prompt / Lyrics
[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
Tags
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.
1:53
No
2/11/2026