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Lyrics
[Intro]
[laughs under breath]
Cold on the block
Still we step out hot
You get me
[Verse 1]
Grey trackie
Hood up
Eyes low
Leng in the pouch
Case in the cargo
Mum used to pray
Now she barely calls
Said "son
You got heart"
But this road eats it all
Cats at the alley
Bang on the door
Half past three
And they’re begging for more
Tag on my ankle
Tag on the wall
Still outside
Like I can’t hear the law
[Chorus]
Cold on the block
But my heart stay colder
Ride for the guys
Every time
No holster
Ops in a pack
Get rolled
No poster
Said you’re on me? Come close
Come closer
Cold on the block
But my heart stay colder
Eyes to the ground
But I move like a soldier
One wrong step and your life game’s over
Cold on the block
Cold on the—
[Verse 2]
Jake car creeping
Tint so light
Still can’t see me
Still know my type
Ride in a rental
Plates ain’t right
Gloves in the door
Mask by the light
Young boy wild
Tryna earn them stripes
Posting a snap
But he’s risking life
I seen mums cry
On a church front side
Black suit
Black tie
That’s the price of pride
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 7, 2026
Duration1:48
LanguageFI
Style
UK drill beat, dark and minimal, with sliding bass and skittering hi-hats. Male vocals in a tight, menacing pocket; hook explodes with layered gang shouts and ad-libs. Verses stay close and conversational, stark 808 stabs and eerie synth plucks. Sparse reverb, upfront vocal, emphasis on aggressive consonants and breathy ad-libs., drill
Credits
Prompt by
DJ_Miguel01
DJ_Miguel01ModelAria v5
Prompt
Drill
