Gold on My Ankles

[Intro]
Cold floors
Cold eyes
Heavy links
No ties (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Steel on my wrists from the courthouse
Steel on my neck from the payout
Chain from my plug, that’s a night’s rent
Chain from my mom, that’s the basement
I remember that bus seat, all plastic
Now leather in the ride, still rattlin'
Still chew on the pain like bubble gum
Still hug on the block till my knuckles numb
[Chorus]
Got these chains, but I walk like they feathers
Gold on my ankles, still light under pressure (yeah)
Weight on my chest, but it make me step better
I turn every link to a letter, to a letter (to a letter)
Got these chains, but I move how I wanna
Draggin' my past like it’s tied to the corner (skrrt)
Every little clink is a warning, a mantra
I turn every link to a comma, to a comma
[Verse 2]
Some chains shine, some chains cut
Some chains names, some chains rust
Uncle had cuffs, never had charms
Same cold touch on a different arm
Got hits in the cloud, got scars in the file
Got fear in my gut, got grin on my smile
If they pull up, I don’t freeze, I remember
Who held me in summer, who left in December (facts)
[Chorus]
Got these chains, but I walk like they feathers
Gold on my ankles, still light under pressure (pressure)
Weight on my chest, but it make me step better
I turn every link to a letter, to a letter (yeah)
Got these chains, but I move how I wanna
Draggin' my past like it’s tied to the corner
Every little clink is a warning, a mantra
I turn every link to a comma, to a comma (to a comma)

rap, Gritty trap-leaning rap, male vocals. Sparse, dark piano loop over heavy 808s and crisp claps. Verses tight and punchy, pocketed flow with occasional double-time bursts. Hook explodes with stacked chants and low-octave doubles. Sub-bass swells between lines; ad-lib throws and delay on last words for menace.