

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] She 5'2" with a five in her purse Whole life packed in that torn-up skirt Phone on one bar, heart on alert Says “love” but she really mean “who hurt?” Cold wind, bus stop turned to a home Three missed calls from a blocked unknown Tat on her wrist say “ride alone” ‘Cause every “stay” she ever heard was a loan [Chorus] She on the cold side of the block (yeah) Heart like a vault, double lock (double lock) Pray that the shot miss, pray that the cops miss Walking that line with the ops and the losses She on the cold side of the block (hey) Life in a bag, one sock If she ever stop, then she drop So she move, she move, she move On the cold side of the block [Verse 2] Got a razor in her lace front, tongue like a blade Smile like “pay me,” eyes like “paid” Every corner store clerk know her face Every backseat name never had a place Concrete pillow when her aunt kicked her out Last three birthdays spent on a couch Trust is a gun that she never hand over Only thing soft 'bout her life is the sofa [Chorus] She on the cold side of the block (yeah) Heart like a vault, double lock Pray that the shot miss, pray that the cops miss Walking that line with the ops and the losses She on the cold side of the block (woah) Life in a bag, one sock If she ever stop, then she drop So she move, she move, she move On the cold side of the block
Tags
rap, Hard-hitting Chicago drill bounce with ominous piano stabs, detuned bells, and sliding bass. Male vocals cut sharp and percussive in the verses, then flip into a shouted, call-and-response hook with stacked gang vocals. Sparse, echoing ad-libs leave space between punchlines; snare rolls and risers ramp into each chorus for maximum energy., drill
1:45
No
3/12/2026