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COLD FRONT COMING
- Keep talkin’, girl, you diggin’ your grave
- I bring tidal wave pressure—ain’t no bitch gettin’ saved
- Your bars on mute, they don’t carry no weight
- I’m the headline, bitch—you a clickbait fake
- CeCe rainin’ down, got the whole block chilled
- Every line land heavy, every word got steel
- You loud for the camera, real life—stand still
- Got the look and the nerve, but you missing the skill
- See me rise like the sun, still cold as the snow
- Tryna copy my shine, but your light don’t glow
- Bark got bass, but your bite don’t match
- I’m a four alarm fire, you a flickering match
- Foundation keep shaking, mine solid as stone
- Thought you brought heat? Welcome to the cold zone
- I don’t argue with rumors or wrestle with lies
- I drop one verse and watch your whole shit ice
- Cold front coming—better zip that coat
- Icy on the mic, every bar cutthroat
- Talk real loud till the pressure make you choke
- Temperature drop—watch a fake bitch fold
- Cold front coming—whole room go numb
- I don’t send little shots—I make the whole storm come
- Keep running that mouth till the whiteout get close
- Then your whole fake image get froze—get froze
- (Brrr!)
- Your bars recycled—I write what’s real
- You sell fairy tales; I turn scars into skill
- Every verse got a point, every line got aim
- I don’t chase attention—attention know my name
- You flex for the feed; I built mine off proof
- Been cold since the rain started leaking through the roof
- Now the frost on my chain match the ice in my tone
- You need a whole crowd—I can shake shit alone
- Don’t reach for my lane, you ain’t built for the drive
- I’m pressure in the booth, make the whole beat come alive
- You tried throwing shade—I made weather from it
- Now the forecast saying, “Icy—cold front coming”
- No cap in my raps, no gimmicks, no script
- Just facts with a bounce and a Bay ass twist
- Should’ve stayed quiet, kept your name out the storm
- Now the warning went live—better bundle up warm
- Cold front coming—better zip that coat
- Icy on the mic, every bar cutthroat
- Talk real loud till the pressure make you choke
- Temperature drop—watch a fake bitch fold
- Cold front coming—whole room go numb
- I don’t send little shots—I make the whole storm come
- Keep running that mouth till the whiteout get close
- Then your whole fake image get froze—get froze
- Feel that frost hit—it’s a blizzard now
- You tried to flex, but you froze somehow
- I don’t gotta say much—let the temperature speak
- You were hot for a minute; I stay cold every week]
- Cold front coming—better zip that coat
- Icy on the mic, every bar cutthroat
- Talk real loud till the pressure make you choke
- Temperature drop—watch a fake bitch fold
- Cold front coming—whole room go numb
- I don’t send little shots—I make the whole storm come
- Keep running that mouth till the whiteout get close
- Then your whole fake image get froze—get froze
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