Cold Side Of The Block

[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

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