Cold Nights Couture

Chorus

Step up on the block, we rise (Rise)

Rags to runway, cold nights in my eyes

Flash of the sirens, drip designed

No fear in the stride, this walk is mine

Post-Chorus

Ayy, run it, we move

We move, we rise

We move, we rise

Verse 2

HABS bags, past in my grip

Sleep with the wind, woke up with drip

Street look rough, now couture fits

Never lost faith, never lost wit

Pre-Chorus

Standards risen, standards clear

Tweed in the breeze, cashmere near

You can’t judge where we’ve appeared

We own these streets, we persevere

Chorus

Step up on the block, we rise (Step up)

Rags to runway, cold nights in my eyes (Cold nights)

Flash of the sirens, drip designed (Siren)

No fear in the stride, this walk is mine

Post-Chorus

Ayy, we move, we rise

We move, we rise