COLD FRONT COMING
• Written by Icy_Rain
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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Icy_Rain
Member since January 13 2023