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The Coldest Winter
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Rap
The Coldest Winter was released on August 19, 2026 by Momentum Entertainment, LLC as a part of the album The Price of Clarity
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Release DateAugust 19, 2026
LabelMomentum Entertainment, LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM94

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

Damn, I couldn't run to my mama, cause she was never one for the drama
No love for my father, these concrete streets made it harder, drop blood for my honor
Swapped drugs for a dollar, some hot slugs make them holler
Squeezed guns cause I never had a hug as a toddler
Two feet, sullen dreams, spark plugs and some copper
Caught a bug, hot enough to burst scrubs off a doctor
Damn, you'll dread coming if the plug is a rasta
Won't bust till he see a little thug in your posture
Some OJ in a jug full of vodka
One glove in the chopper unplugged, I'm a shocker
My dudes getting high cause the love couldn't stop her
If you're serving you'll be laying in the tub with your partner
I grew up like a monster, too tough for a talker
Too stuck playing Contra
One round street fighters balling up like Blanka
Two shooters on the corner parkin' up in a Honda
Got two fours, spark em' up like Mamba
Dark enough like Bamba
Lil Moe tried to put it on me
That's a body smart enough for the Karma
No weapon you can form sharp enough for the Armour
Yeah, it's hard enough getting harder
Where do you go?
It's no love for martyr
We still hustle till the sun come up
There's no peace till the guns go down
It's a cold winter
She won't sleep till the sun shows up
Cause mama know she don't want no frowns
The streets so bitter so bitter
It's cold out
Better bundle up
Your pops gone he don't want you now
He a known sinner
Either go home or go-rilla
With the words from an ex-dope dealer
It's like my beard is my strength I'm a rapping samson
Racks in my safe, cause I hold tracks with Ransom
A jeep sixty-three Benz, how I race to my place
Clacks on my wall cause I make classic anthems
I'm a legend, can't erase my past
Got my foot to the gas when I race the Lambo'
Life's a gamble so we fallin' loose with ace
I'm a beast with this music, how I make the sample speak
Love's overrated, only gone where they pay me at
I threw a home till they murdered Nip right where they raised him at
Front of a store that he owns even crazier
Can't be safe there, then where are you safe at?
You warned, better have your vest and your hard hat
Cause you couldn't get put to sleep where the wake at
Courageous I took my shot, I could not get minimum wages
Whatever
Fore I split a bar, y'all started off on the block
Then I signed to the the Roc ended up on stages
Where i'm from they end up in cages
In the cemetery headline on Fox
Faith in the law we rely on God
Stay true make tunes that'll last for ages
We still hustle till the sun come up
There's no peace till the guns go down
It's a cold winter
She won't sleep till the sun shows up
Cause mama know she don't want no frowns
The streets so bitter so bitter
It's cold out
Better bundle up
Your pops gone he don't want you now
He a known sinner
Either go home or go-rilla
With the words from an ex-dope dealer
We don't have a ventilator in the interstate for that dinner plate
Trappin' out of the bando till we own it and renovate, mmm
That's how the wealthy generate is off of the top of the mental dog
I did it without no pen and pape
I set up the date and send the bait
AR-15556, it's Pеnetrate
Where do you go for love?
Feel like all these ****** fake
I feel like all the realest either in the heaven or the prison gates
Impersonators, all they do is imitate
I thought y'all woulda called on by now, cause all I do is stimulate
You'll be surprised, all these fucking grown men I hate
Love from the strangers, it'll be your own friend I hate
How you screaming, you a member, don't even relate
You ain't Blood, you ain't cuz, no need to debate
Built this shit, ground up, my city a state
Burn it down, a tired town, never city and state
This city full of hate, baby, where do you go for the love?
Not the typical, I don't wanna go to the club
No trust, these ****** bugged, and them ****** bugs
Get to stressin' and depressin' and go to the drugs
See my reflection, ain't no question I gotta do better
Faintin' after the fifth seizure, I got it together
Had a few loose ends and tied it together
Right back to the root with the roots, three diamonds forever
We still hustle till the sun come up
There's no peace till the guns go down
It's a cold winter
She won't sleep till the sun shows up
Cause mama know she don't want no frowns
The streets so bitter so bitter
It's cold out
Better bundle up
Your pops gone he don't want you now
He a known sinner
Either go home or go-rilla
With the words from an ex-dope dealer
Come on, *****
Where do you go from love?
Where do you go from love?
Where do you go from love?
Where do you go now?
Written by: Christopher Francis Ries, Leslie Edward Pridgen, Nicholas Craven, Randy Nicholls
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