Track · Apr 8, 2026 · English
Cuffs On My Wrist
MistyBlade81 plays
Plays
1
Likes
0
Shares
0
Duration
2:07
Language
English
Lyrics
[Intro]
Street intel unit on my back
Eyes in the alleys
Eyes in the cracks
(yeah)
[Verse 1]
They keep circlin’ my block
Same black whip, same slow crawl
Ask ’bout the one who used to serve
I tell ’em I don’t talk at all
Cut them ties like a bad vein
Burned that bridge, can’t cross again
They fishing round in my pain
Tryna pull a face from my brain
Cold room, flicker in the light
Question after question all night
"Who supplied you? Where he stay?"
Stare at the table, look away
Heart thump, but my jaw set
Sweat drip, but I don’t bend yet
They want names, want my life cheap
I keep quiet, let my teeth grit deep
[Chorus]
Cuffs on my wrist, I ain’t sayin’ a name
Rather sit down than sell out the game
You want my old plug? Better pray, better wish
’Cause I’d die ’fore I snitch, cuffs cuttin’ my wrist
Cuffs on my wrist, but my soul ain’t chained
Tried to break me, tried to twist my brain
Asked for a name, I just tighten my fist
"I said no"—then they snapped them cuffs on my wrist
[Verse 2]
They bring up old photos, old sins
Prints on the table, cold grins
"Help us and we help you walk"
But I see traps in the way they talk
Promise deals, promise less time
That’s just bait wrapped up in a line
Clock tick loud in that stale air
They poke scars that ain’t even there
Think of moms, think of my kids
Think of all the dirt that we did
If I point one finger to live
How many families I’ll split
So I shake my head, "That’s dead"
They slam hands, push me, see red
Next thing metal kiss my skin
Hear that click, feel ’em dig in
[Chorus]
Cuffs on my wrist, I ain’t sayin’ a name
Rather sit down than sell out the game
You want my old plug? Better pray, better wish
’Cause I’d die ’fore I snitch, cuffs cuttin’ my wrist
Cuffs on my wrist, but my soul ain’t chained
Tried to break me, tried to twist my brain
Asked for a name, I just tighten my fist
"I said no"—then they snapped them cuffs on my wrist
Style
rapaggressive trap beat at 140 bpmheavy 808s and sharp hi-hatsdark detuned bells and eerie pads. male vocals with a rawclose-mic grit; verses spit in a tight pockethook opens with layered gang-style shouts. ad-libs echo deepbeat stutters and filters in moments of tension then slams back in on the title line.
Prompt
rap, trap,angry rap,street intel unit always watching me,they want my old plug,i cut them ties,i wont endanger my life to give a name,i was asked for a name i said no they slapped them cuffs on wrist
Credits
Prompt byMistyBlade8
GeneratedApr 8, 2026
ModelZona