The coldest

I'm a cold Mc, climbing up the charts, In a cold fashion, yeah, I'm breaking hearts, Fasten your seatbelt, it's a wild ride, Classeniam the master, let the math collide. Derivatives sharp, cutting through the noise, Take out your heart, I'm the real McCoy, After three in the dark, I’m the shadow you fear, Eat you with a fork, every lyric sincere. Calculated moves, like a chess game played, In this chill vibe, watch the world get slayed, I'm the architect, building bars from the ground, In the city of dreams, where the lost are found. Cold like winter, but my flow's on fire, Rising to the top, fueled by desire, Every step I take, feels like destiny's call, In this rap game, I’m destined to ball.