Yea Yea Detroit

🎵 “Cold Front (From the South to the D)” (Intro – spoken, gritty tone) Yeah… Sunshine boy slid up north, Now I’m where them corners freeze solid — no porch talk, just torch talk… Let’s get it. ⸻ (Verse 1) I came up out the bottom where the palm trees wave, Now I’m duckin’ under streetlights, gray smoke haze, Motor City heartbeat — cold chrome plays, Ain’t no surfboards here, just them broke home days. South boy with the gold grill, snow on my fade, Florida slang in my mouth, Detroit on my blade, Every block got a code, every soul been betrayed, I learned quick — respect get earned, not paid. Winter bit my skin, but the hustle got warm, They testin’ every move like a college dorm, Out here you can’t flex if your spirit ain’t strong, ‘Cause them wolves’ll smell weakness before the dawn. ⸻ (Hook) (rhythmic bounce, chant-style) I’m from the heat where the sun don’t hide, Now I’m in the D where the cold don’t slide, Still I move through the snow with that southern pride, Florida heart, Detroit grind, we collide. (yeah, yeah) Cold front, I brought the flame, (yeah, yeah) They feel my name in every lane, (yeah, yeah) Ain’t no change, just growin’ pain, South boy turned Detroit-made. ⸻ (Verse 2) They call me outsider, but I’m out here in motion, Talk slick like the waves, but my style’s all ocean, Concrete tide — where the pistons roll, I done seen more ice than a fishin’ hole. They respect the hunger, not where you from, So I spit like thunder, never bite my tongue, Glock talk echo down 7 Mile drums, Heart beat heavy like a Motown hum. I’m blendin’ sunshine with the frost on chrome, Southern slang with that 313 tone, Ain’t no map for the grind, I paved my own, From the swamp to the snow — yeah, I claimed my throne. ⸻ (Hook – Repeat) I’m from the heat where the sun don’t hide, Now I’m in the D where the cold don’t slide, Still I move through the snow with that southern pride, Florida heart, Detroit grind, we collide. (yeah, yeah) Cold front, I brought the flame, (yeah, yeah) They feel my name in every lane, (yeah, yeah) Ain’t no change, just growin’ pain, South boy turned Detroit-made. ⸻ (Bridge – darker tone) From Belle Isle breeze to that eastside rain, Where every handshake test your name, Talk cheap, but the proof’s in pain, You ain’t built for this, better stay in your lane. Came here foreign, now they quote my slang, I adapted to the struggle like a lion unchained, Every scar I earned, I wear like fame, From the O to the D — it’s the same damn game. ⸻ (Outro – spoken, raw) Florida blood in my veins, but I bleed D now, Ain’t no vacation here — it’s survival somehow. From oranges to engines, heat to the frost — Either learn the code, or get lost. (beat fades, cold wind outro)