

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] [woozy bell loop, filtered] Chainlink halos Mud on my name, still I walk like Pharaoh (facts) [Verse 1] Grandma kept a bible on the plastic couch Cotton in her story, blood in every vowel Say the mark on the money in my landlord smile Same brand on the back of my people’s files I was born with a barcode over my birthmark Preacher talk heaven while the block got a thirst mark Devil in a briefcase, documents in red ink Promise you a kingdom if you never ever dare think [Chorus] I see chains in the gold, still I praise my God Still I praise my God (yeah) Got that six-six shadow tryna play my part But He own my heart Hands up, eyes closed, I been in that yard Whips and scars in the family yard I see chains in the gold, still I praise my God Still I praise my God (ayy, still I praise my—) [Verse 2] Mama say the spirits talk in tambourines Choir hit a note, shake the gasoline Whole hood flammable, branded like cattle Boss-man beast, use a scripture for a shackle They flip verses like they flipping real estate Put a cross on a contract, call it “give and take” But the lamb look hungry in the stained glass frame While the wolf wear linen, put a price on your pain [Bridge] [beat drops to bass + clap] (Female) Knees in the dirt, still holy Hands in the air, still lonely They count my body like numbers on a screen But my soul ain’t part of they machine (no) (Male) Mark on the flesh, ink on the deed They call it freedom while we still bleed I got a code they can’t decode Name in the book they can’t revoke [Chorus] I see chains in the gold, still I praise my God Still I praise my God (still I praise, yeah) Got that six-six shadow tryna play my part But He own my heart Hands up, eyes closed, I been in that yard Whips and scars in the family yard I see chains in the gold, still I praise my God Still I praise my God (still I praise my—) [Outro] [808s detune, hats stutter out] (Female) They can number what they see (Male) But they never own me (Female) Every lash, every loss, every grave they trod Both Just another step closer to God
Tags
rap, Aggressive Southern trap bounce with male and female vocals trading lines; crunchy distorted 808s driving a punishing low end, skittering triplet hats and sharp snares in a relentless pocket. Hook explodes with layered gang vocals, female voice floating an eerie chant above a gravelly male lead; verses stay tight and percussive with occasional pitched-down ad-libs. Dark, cinematic pads and a dissonant bell loop under everything, widening on the hook and dropping to near-silence for a tense bridge before the final chorus slams back in., low, bounce, female vocals
2:32
No
4/11/2026