Gold Teeth on My Soul

Red smoke

Black ink

Shook hands

Didn’t blink (nah)

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

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”

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)

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”

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”

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)