Cold Game

© 2025 Crazynapz. All rights reserved. Explicit content. Any unauthorized use, copying, distribution, or performance of this track is strictly prohibited and punishable by law. 🎶 Track Title: Cold Game Artist: Dj Genre: Pain Music / Street Rap / Southern Soul Intro Yeah… This that shit they don’t speak on Heart heavy, mind sharp, clip full — let’s go Verse 1 I was broke as a bitch, had to thug it alone Ain’t nobody come check, ain’t nobody call my phone Had to sleep with the heat, just to feel some peace Mama prayin’ I change, but I’m deep in the streets I done gave my last to folks who flipped on me Same ones I fed, now they sneak-dissin’ lowkey I ain’t trippin’, I just peep, then I fall back Cut ties, burn bridges, I don’t crawl back Can’t trust these hoes, they be fuckin’ for clout Say they love you, then dip when the real shit come out I done cried in the dark, had to wipe my own tears Now I ride with a stick and a heart full of years I was raised where the love don’t last too long Where the hate come fast and the nights too strong Had to learn how to move like a chessboard king Every step calculated, every phone gotta ring I ain’t never had shit but a dream and a plan Had to hustle through the pain, had to fight like a man Now I’m speakin’ on the hurt, put my soul in the sound If you ain’t felt this life, better sit yo’ ass down Hook It’s a cold-ass game, better bundle up They’ll dap you up, then set you up I don’t fold, I don’t bitch, I just load and aim If you ain’t built for this life, stay out my lane Verse 2 I done walked through hell with my head held high Seen my dawg in a box, couldn’t even cry Had to smile through the pain, had to sing through the hurt Put my soul in these verses, let the beat do the work I don’t need no applause, I need loyalty I don’t need no love, just don’t toy with me I done been through it all, from the cell to the trap Now I’m speakin’ on pain, and they feelin’ my rap I’m a product of the struggle, not a victim of it I done seen real killers turn bitch in public So I move like a loner, keep my circle tight And I pray every day that I make it through the night I done seen fake smiles, fake hugs, fake tears Seen folks switch sides after all them years So I keep my distance, keep my mind on the grind If you ain’t solid, you ain’t never gon’ align I don’t trust no soul, I don’t play no games I don’t speak on shit, I just stay in my lane This that pain with a purpose, that soul in the sound If you ever been lost, this’ll help you get found Hook It’s a cold-ass game, better bundle up They’ll dap you up, then set you up I don’t fold, I don’t bitch, I just load and aim If you ain’t built for this life, stay out my lane Outro So if you ridin’ with me, better ride for real Ain’t no halfway love, ain’t no halfway steel This that Mo3 talk, that pain in the throat That “sing it while I’m cryin’” type note — let’s go