

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Red smoke Black ink Shook hands Didn’t blink (nah) [Verse 1] Met him at the end of the lobby lights Pinstripe suit, smile full of barbed wire Briefcase thick, papers like frostbite Said, “Sign once, kid, I’ll lift you higher” I was tired of coins in a coffee jar Eviction tape on the mailbox, peeling So I carved my name on that crooked line Felt my heartbeat flip to a different ceiling Next day, gold card, house on a hill New teeth shining when I crack that grin Mama got a whip, little bro got chains Everybody eating off a poisoned win [Chorus] I made a deal with the devil for wealth and power Stacking my sins, every minute, every hour Got a penthouse view and a heart turned sour Gold on my neck, black mold in my soul, I’m devoured (yeah) I made a deal with the devil for wealth and power Every wish came true, every prayer went coward Now the mirror talks back when I’m in the shower Says, “You sold your name for a glitter-glazed tower” [Verse 2] Boardroom cold, but my blood stay hotter Every handshake feel like wet dollar bills They cheer my name when I carve up markets But the room goes quiet when the clock stands still Midnight calls from a blocked ID Voice like gravel in a rusted drain “Time’s tickin’, champ, how you love that throne? Taste good? That spice? That shame?” I drink more just to mute that echo Pop more just to slow that reel Can’t pray over contracts, ink don’t wash You can’t refund what you agreed to feel (yeah) [Chorus] I made a deal with the devil for wealth and power Stacking my sins, every minute, every hour Got a penthouse view and a heart turned sour Gold on my neck, black mold in my soul, I’m devoured (woah) I made a deal with the devil for wealth and power Every wish came true, every prayer went coward Now the mirror talks back when I’m in the shower Says, “You sold your name for a glitter-glazed tower” [Bridge] He said, “Relax, it’s just one little soul” But that one little soul turned the sky so dull What’s the price on sleep? What’s the tag on peace? When the whole damn feast tastes like grief (uh) Now every time I laugh, I hear chains Every time it rains, see flames He got the fine print framed on my wall Reads, “You chose this pain” [Chorus] I made a deal with the devil for wealth and power Stacking my sins, every minute, every hour Got a penthouse view and a heart turned sour Gold on my neck, black mold in my soul, I’m devoured (devoured) I made a deal with the devil for wealth and power Every wish came true, every prayer went coward If I could tear that page, I’d burn this tower But the ink runs deep, and the ink tastes sour (yeah)
Tags
rap, Dark electro-rap banger with distorted synth bass, grimy drum programming, and chopped industrial hits; verses sit in a snarling, low-register male vocal, hook explodes with layered gang chants and pitched vocal stabs. Sparse, echoing keys in the breakdown, then a final chorus where everything slams back in with extra sub weight and ad-lib stacks., electro
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1/22/2026