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Cold
Hip-Hop/Rap
Cold was released on July 10, 2025 by Word Up Recordz as a part of the album Cold - Single
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Release DateJuly 10, 2025
LabelWord Up Recordz
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM78

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Robert Ray Goforth
Robert Ray Goforth
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Ray Goforth
Robert Ray Goforth
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Robert Ray Goforth
Robert Ray Goforth
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

It get cold in these streets, I pray to God for better days
I've been in these streets through the pain and rainy days
Trynna get my head right, I suffer from this pain
Just trynna get my bread right, hope you do the same
Now my heart cold, ooh
I've been in these streets through the pain and rainy days
Ooh, ooh, ohh
Just trynna get my bread right, hope you do the same
I'm all about this paper but the passion it don't go away
Thinkin about the pain and the pressure I feel through everyday
Talkin like they know me, they phony
Shit heavens sake, all this weight up on me
I'm feelin just like I'm bout to break
Thinkin that it's great cuz you see me on the Gram
Wit this mic up in my hand so you think that I'm the man
But it's not, it's not, I'm really sick up in my mind
Depression yeah it kill me, man, I feel it all the time
I want to die sometime, but I'm pushin for my daughter
All I know is that I get it, all I know is that you oughta
Back the fuck up out my face if you don't know just what I feel
The streets done made me cold, my ****, this is all the real
It get cold in these streets, I pray to God for better days
I've been in these streets through the pain and rainy days
Trynna get my head right, I suffer from this pain
Just trynna get my bread right, hope you do the same
Now my heart cold, ooh
I've been in these streets through the pain and rainy days
Ooh, ooh, ohh
Just trynna get my bread right, hope you do the same
Too many loved ones gone away
Too many homies in the grave
Pour a lil liquor for **** they ain't too far away
I'm reminiscin, I'm thinkin up on the better days
Smokin like back-to-back, cuz I'm reachin out for the heavens, mane
They took my papa, my grandma, N my brother
We didn't share the same bloodline, but he's family, and I love 'em
They murked him, for what?
Ah, I really don't give a fuck
He was supposed to watch me in the game, man, we was finna blow up
This music, I love it
I give it all that I got
When my soul drops, my heart stops, this music's what they got
What they got
My soul drops, my heart stops, this music's what they got
What they got
It get cold in these streets, I pray to God for better days
I've been in these streets through the pain and rainy days
Trynna get my head right, I suffer from this pain
Just trynna get my bread right, hope you do the same
Now my heart cold, ooh
I've been in these streets through the pain and rainy days
Ooh, ooh, ohh
Just trynna get my bread right, hope you do the same
Written by: Robert Ray Goforth
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