Lyrics

[Verse]
Cooking up schemes in a pot full of gold,
Diamond wrist shining but the heart’s growing cold.
Chain so heavy, feel the weight of my sins,
Every new flex got the devil leaning in.

[Chorus]
Paper chains, but they feel like steel,
Money's loud, can’t quiet what’s real.
Run the block while I clutch my fate,
Riches and regrets, both accumulate.

[Verse 2]
Ghosts in the rearview, they follow my whip,
Backseat stacked 'cause the grind don’t quit.
Pyramid schemes stacked taller than Rome,
Brick by brick I just built my own throne.

[Bridge]
Beat drops harder than my past mistakes,
Echoes of chaos in the moves we make.
Freedom’s a mirage when the stacks are deep,
Paper chains rattle every time I sleep.

[Verse 3]
Skin of a beast, but the soul’s threadbare,
Carrying the world, broken backs in despair.
They call me king but the crown don’t fit,
Glory’s just a shadow where my demons sit.

[Chorus]
Paper chains, but they feel like steel,
Money’s loud, can’t quiet what’s real.
Run the block while I clutch my fate,
Riches and regrets, both accumulate.