Gold Teeth on My Soul

[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)

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