[Producer Tag] [Sampled Female Vocals] Damn Sync. [Intro] [High-pitched Female Vocals Sample] When the weight come down, I don’t fold, I brace Mums still stress, but I move with grace Bro got scars from the same f*cked place Same old block, just a new cold face I done seen love turn mute, then ghost Seen best friends switch for a postcode boast Got my pride in a bag, still I toast [Verse 1] When the weight come down, I don’t fold, I brace Mums still stress, but I move with grace Bro got scars from the same f*cked place Same old block, just a new cold face I done seen love turn mute, then ghost Seen best friends switch for a postcode boast Got my pride in a bag, still I toast To the nights I was broke, now I’m close Still I keep one eye on these snitch-ass snakes Man chat big from behind them gates I was raised on the edge of them plates Had to learn what a f*cking price tag takes No cap, I was young and hard Now I read through the bullsh*t card to card If she want my heart, she’ll need more than stars ’Cause I gave that sh*t out and it left me scarred (Yeah) I don’t beg, I just build and move Cold f*cking world, but I still improve Every L got a lesson glued To the back of my mind like “stay in tune” [Chorus] Cold hours, cold hours Heart on freeze, still I hold power Cold hours, cold hours You left me in the sh*t, I came out sour Cold hours, cold hours I don’t bend, I just get louder Cold hours, cold hours Love went dead, but I still run towers [Verse 2] She said “baby, you changed,” I said “nah, I learned” Too many fake hugs, too many bridges burned She liked the shine, never liked the work Now my trust in the dark where the embers churn I been low, I been high, both in one f*cking week Had to smile on the phone, had to grind on the street Man talk pain, but they don’t want receipts They want views, not truth, not real f*cking teeth I was out in the rain with a calm face Counting up bread in a cramped-ass space Now the same crowd want a front-row seat Where the f*ck were you when the nights got deep? (Deep) I remember that N*ggas praying on my fall like a doormat stack So I kept my circle small, f*ck all that chat If you move funny once, I note that fact And the dawn still chill when I step outside But I wear that cold like a badge, f*ck pride If my name in the air, better say it right ’Cause I came from the hurt and I made it mine [Bridge] Ayy, I been through the frostbite Still stood tall in the raw light If you want me, then show right If you doubt me, get the f*ck out my sight (Yeah, yeah) [Chorus] Cold hours, cold hours Heart on freeze, still I hold power Cold hours, cold hours You left me in the sh*t, I came out sour Cold hours, cold hours I don’t bend, I just get louder Cold hours, cold hours Love went dead, but I still run towers
