Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Got a list in my ledger
Red ink for the ones who ran
My boy riding shotgun, quiet grin
Gold tooth, latex on his hand
Paper in a rubber band bundle
Coffee on the dash, engine hums
Name on the page gets circled twice
If you owe, then you know we come
Hammer in the denim by my thigh
Hoodie smell like powder and sweat
Neck ink crawling over my collar
Saints and serpents, sign of regret
Police roll past, windows fog
They pretend they don’t see my face
Cash in their pocket like incense
Make a dirty halo round the case
[Chorus]
The police got closed eyes, our eyes stay open
Blood on my knuckles, my word still golden (yeah)
If the money ain’t right, then the promise gets broken
We break jaws over late notes, teeth on the token
Closed eyes
Open cases
We count sins
In folded papers
[Verse 2]
Old heads whisper at the bodega
“Son, you running too fast, too hard”
But the landlord love my envelope
And the pastor still swipe my card
Laundry mat spinning out tens
Twenties drip dry on the line
Turn dark rain into clean bills
Watch the wrong turn into “just fine”
My boy pull up in a stained white tee
Tattoo script down his spine
“Trust few” in uneven letters
He laugh, say he ran out of time
We don’t brag, we balance ledgers
Every debt like a stone on the chest
You either pay what you promised
Or you pay with what’s left
[Chorus]
The police got closed eyes, our eyes stay open
Blood on my knuckles, my word still golden (oh)
If the money ain’t right, then the promise gets broken
We break jaws over late notes, teeth on the token
Closed eyes
Open cases
We count sins
In folded papers
Style
rapgritty east coast street rapminor-key piano loop over moody sub-bass and crisp drums. male vocals with a lowmenacing delivery; hook opens up with layered doubles and whispered ad-libs. subtle choir pad rises in the chorus for dramaverses stay sparse so every bar feels like a confession caught on tape.deep
Prompt
Criminal activity racketeering money laundering my boy and I collect debts paper holding paid the police closed eyes hammer in Jeans tatted up neck tatt we brake jaws when money ain’t right deep rap
Credits
Prompt by
chrismichael331
chrismichael331GeneratedApr 7, 2026
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