Cold Blood Baptism

Can't Chain The King


Verse 1
Detectives want to throw chains on me
But the chains on me ain't free when it cost one hundred k degrees below zero to freeze
being broke like cancer it's a disease
drip on her lips, when she get on her knees
double taped up clips if opposition want to bleed
opposition stalking, they just shadows in the rearview
I stopped checking mirrors, only count what's in the Jansport zipper
first ten in rubber bands still zipped, never touched it
same bag from school, now it hold proof the come up wasn't luck shit
Matte grey Infiniti parked quiet in the garage
Amiri jeans with the stitches showing, lived-in but it cost
late nights the city don't blink, I just watch from the window
money came in waves but the circle got thin though

Hook
Phone ring, I let it sing
I don't even look at the thing
Phone ring, I let it sing
numbers still move, I just let that shit ring

Bridge
Late night moves with the Chrome Hearts on
fake friends gone when the money got long
late night moves with the Chrome Hearts on
fake friends gone when the money got long

Verse 2
First money hit felt heavier than a safe
no parade, just me counting in the dark with the weight
friends faded quiet, no drama, no beef
just stopped hitting back and that was the release
purple Amiri with the repair still showing
expensive but real, like the hustle never slowing
they watch from the side, jealousy in they posture
I don't need to check who stayed, that chapter over
woke up feeling rich but the numb still linger
diamonds dancing in the dark, I just let 'em glimmer
club lights hit the ice but the feeling stay empty
bottles on the table, models in the section, but the head stay empty

Hook
Phone ring, I let it sing
I don't even look at the thing
Phone ring, I let it sing
numbers still move, I just let that shit ring

Verse 3
Grinding turned to winning, winning turned to numb
hate turned to background noise, I don't even hear 'em hum
drip too hard to stop, designer on the frame
but the bag in the closet still carry my name
they want what I got, but the price ain't the chain
it's the quiet decision to stop playing the game
city never sleeps but I move like I'm ghost
paranoid but thriving, I just keep it on low
wavy off the lifestyle, icy off the flex
careless with the past, focused on the next

Hook
Phone ring, I let it sing
I don't even look at the thing
Phone ring, I let it sing
numbers still move, I just let that shit ring

Dark, Trap, Harmonized Vocals, Melancholic, Male Vocals, Reggae, Gospel, Neo Folk, R&B, Aggressive, Female Vocals, Choir, Operatic Vocals, Falsetto, Scat Singing, Singing-Rapping (Melodic Rap), Cinematic, Fast (120-168 BPM), Acoustic Guitar, Banjo, Drums, Piano, Violin, Ukulele, Hip Hop, Keyboard, Bass, Whispered Vocals, Operatic Vocals