Dalszöveg
[Intro]
Yeah
Cold concrete
Teeth grit
Talk heavy, move silent
We in it
[Verse 1]
Steppin through the smoke, no sermon, no pastor
Heart on black ice, turn sinner to a dancer
Money on the table, no label, no master
Face on stone wall, grown from disaster
Eyes on the clock, no tick, just pressure
Brain on a treadmill, runnin for the extra
Short fuse temper, long-term vendetta
Whole crew wolves, no leash, no letter
[Chorus]
Hard rap
Cold world on my back (on my back)
No cap, all fact
Every bar do damage, no act (no act)
Hard rap
Jaw clenched, don’t crack (don’t crack)
Turn pain to a stack
Cold concrete, I adapt
[Verse 2]
Words swing heavy, chipped tooth grammar
Flow blow doors off, whole block stagger
Black hoodie banner, no choir, no glamour
Mind stay sharp, steel beam in a hammer
Old scars itch when the siren start wailin
Mom prayin hard while the system keep failin
Pocket got a echo, soul got a engine
Turn that hunger to a throne I’m defendin
[Outro]
Hard rap
Same skin, new map
Cold concrete, no trap
Walk through hell, no cap
Hard rap
Hard rap
Fade out in the smoke
I snap
A zene stílusa
and sharp trap drums. sparse, commercial polish on vocals., roomy mix, heavy subs, ad-libs, rap, aggressive hard rap with dark, minimal 808 beat, tight hook focus, double-time pockets, gritty street energy, detuned bells