[Intro] (Ayo, spin that sh*t!) Grrah, grrah, bow! Mask on tight, move f**kin’ smart. Cold streets don’t care — we tear ‘em apart. [Verse 1] Step in the dark, I ain’t playin’ no games, Talk too much? Put respect on my name. Steel in the jacket, opp boys chat sh*t, Pull up, aim low, make a f**ker backflip. Snakes in the grass, I see through the grime, You can’t hide truth when you cross that line. G’s in the whip, don’t stop at no light, F**k with the crew? Then you’re done on sight. Ops get brave, but they don’t want smoke, Spin that block, make a pussy boy choke. Phone call made? Now the streets gone quiet, Red dot flash — make a riot go silent. Real talk — this life ain’t sweet, You step on the curb, better watch where you sleep. Late-night moves, that’s a drill on repeat, F**k the fake love — we play for keeps. [Chorus] Cold streets talk, and the whispers are loud, All blacked out, can’t lose in a crowd. Move like a ghost, no cap, no sound, Real ones know — I don’t f**k around. Cold streets talk, got my team on alert, Late-night moves, put the opps in the dirt. Life comes heavy, but I’m built for the hurt, No love lost — I’m just puttin’ in work. [Verse 2] Blade on my hip, yeah, I came prepared, Talk that sh*t? I’ll leave man scared. Roll through blocks where the lights don’t shine, Every man hungry — gotta take what’s mine. Fuck your crew and the lies they tell, Move like rats, send ‘em straight to hell. Bro, we don’t rap, we step and act, Real drills done, we ain’t postin’ snaps. Talk online, but your boys don’t ride, Catch ‘em outside — now the f**kers go quiet. Lurk in the dark, that’s predator vibes, One slip, one shot — your team divides. Cash on my mind, no time for the b*tch, Grind so hard, every move gettin’ rich. Stay on point, can’t trust no snitch, One loose lip and you’re out in a ditch. Real ones with me, we’re built for the war, From the block to the trap, we don’t talk, just score. Life ain’t fair — gotta even the odds, Step with the gang — we don’t pray to no gods. [Chorus] Cold streets talk, and the whispers are loud, All blacked out, can’t lose in a crowd. Move like a ghost, no cap, no sound, Real ones know — I don’t f**k around. Cold streets talk, got my team on alert, Late-night moves, put the opps in the dirt. Life comes heavy, but I’m built for the hurt, No love lost — I’m just puttin’ in work. [Outro] Grrah, grrah! Bow! Cold hearts, cold streets, no lies. F**k talkin’ — real drill, real lives. Step wrong? Boy, you’re payin’ the price.
