[Intro: silence — then single 808 heartbeat, slow, cold — second hit — third — engine cold start crackle, exhaust pop, dark synth needle rises, hi-hats ignite at bar 8] [Verse 1: male rapper, icy cold delivery, staccato punches, short sharp rhymes, dark trap beat kicks in hard] Iceberg in the driver seat Temperature below the street Pull the handbrake, feel the heat Everybody move — I repeat Six figures wrapped in foil grey Cameras on me every day Left the nine-to-five to race These hands were never meant to stay [Chorus: auto-tune melodic, hypnotic loop feel, minimal words maximum impact, bass shakes walls] Cold start — cold blood Ice in the engine, mud on the rubber Cold start — cold blood They want the crown but we took the hunger Cold — cold — cold start Every night we ignite from the dark Cold start [Verse 2: faster, harder, syllables stacking, 808 rolls underneath like a second heartbeat] Kevlar seats and custom gauges Been through twelve different stages Underdogs turned into cages City full of underpaid wages We took the back roads to the top Pressure cooked us, we don't drop Every rival hit a wall We just drive straight through it all [Chorus: fuller, heavier bass, auto-tune more layered] Cold start — cold blood Ice in the engine, mud on the rubber Cold start — cold blood They want the crown but we took the hunger Cold — cold — cold start Every night we ignite from the dark Cold start [Bridge: beat strips down to just 808 pulse and dark pad, rapper speaks slow and deliberate, most menacing moment of the song] You know what separates us? We don't feel the fear anymore Every time they built a wall We just found another floor So keep your trophies Keep your spotlight We just want the road at night [Beat Drop: no vocals, full 808 explosion, synth rips, snare triplets, raw mechanical energy, 12 bars] [Verse 3: double time attack, breathless aggression, flow switches mid-verse from rapid to slow and cold at the end] Blacked out windows city flies past in a streak Engine block talking in a language nobody speaks Down the mountain switchback corners while the tires shriek Built this whole machine from the bottom in a week Roll the windows down let the cold air in Carbon fiber bloodline under porcelain skin Forty cameras couldn't catch the grin Started from the cold — always gonna win (slows down, ice cold:) Always. Gonna. Win. [Final Chorus: biggest version, bass frequencies distort, ad libs over the hook, euphoric and dark at once] Cold start — cold blood Ice in the engine, mud on the rubber Cold start — cold blood They want the crown but we took the hunger Cold — cold — cold start Every night we ignite from the dark Cold start (ad lib: yeah — cold blooded —) (ad lib: we don't stop —) (ad lib: cold start —) [Outro: beat cuts to single 808 heartbeat again, mirrors intro, slows, engine ticks as it cools down, silence] (whispered:) Cold start... [one last 808 hit — silence]
