Cold Hands, No Shame

Yeah. No smile, no light. Just the click of the heat

at night. You show up quiet. Cut through smoke, every look another

unspoken joke. Gold chain took blade in the boot. You don't flex,

you execute. Dark room, your signal lands. I know those moves,

cold hands. Stay low, don't make a scene. You move like

you've already seen. Everything that's about to fall. You don't run, you

call. Cold hands, no shame. You take what you take.

Eyes lock, no doubt. You're the silent before the shout. Cold hands,