[Verse 1] Rain on the chain link Mud on the soles Same four walls Same story told
Mama left soup On the stove too long I was outside Trying to act strong
Blue on the corner Red in the rear I learned real quick Who disappears
Phone on six percent Patience on none I keep my face still Till the work get done
[Pre-Chorus] Don’t call me back If you ain’t real Don’t hold my hand If you can’t feel
I been low I been bent I been counting Every dent
[Chorus] Cold chain, cold chain I been running in pain (cold chain) Cold chain, cold chain Same dark, different name
Cold chain, cold chain You can hear when I move (cold chain) Cold chain, cold chain I got nothing to prove
[Verse 2] Door got kicked Now the frame lean left I was halfway gone Still taking my breath
Corner store glare On a busted glass pane Seen my old crew Turn to smoke in the rain
They talk like kings When the week feel nice But the rent come due And the mask won’t hide
I keep one eye up And one eye shut ’Cause trust got teeth And it bites too much
[Pre-Chorus] Don’t call me back If you ain’t real Don’t hold my hand If you can’t feel
I been low I been bent I been counting Every dent
[Chorus] Cold chain, cold chain I been running in pain (cold chain) Cold chain, cold chain Same dark, different name
Cold chain, cold chain You can hear when I move (cold chain) Cold chain, cold chain I got nothing to prove
[Bridge] If I go quiet That mean I’m near If I look away That mean fear
I seen good men Fold to dust I seen bad luck Turn to trust
[Chorus] Cold chain, cold chain I been running in pain (cold chain) Cold chain, cold chain Same dark, different name
Cold chain, cold chain You can hear when I move (cold chain) Cold chain, cold chain I got nothing to prove
Style of Music
Dark trap and drill with a half-time bounce, sliding 808s, skittering hi-hats, and stark minor-key piano stabs; verse rides sparse drums and sub pressure, pre-chorus tightens with rising hats and a filtered bell motif, chorus lands with doubled lead and gang ad-libs on the anchor. Short vocal throws on the last word of each hook, tape-stop transitions, cold air risers, and a wide, punchy low end with gritty close-mic vocals., sad, drill