[Intro - tape hiss, vinyl crackle, a clock ticking, no music — spoken once, low and degraded, never returns] money don't make noise… it just make everybody listen… [Hook - pounding kick drops, rolling distorted acid bass, phonk cowbell; clear rap lead on top, chopped vocal texture low underneath] Cold count, fingers moving slow in the dark every face a question mark, every friend a shark blinds down, but I feel the city watching hard trust a luxury I can't afford in this yard (cold— cold count) [Verse 1 - clear rap flow, paranoid and cold; degraded chops drifting underneath] Used to pray for the bag, now the bag got eyes every text a tripwire, every smile a disguise made it out the mud just to drown in the doubt count it twice, count it three times, never say it out loud The walls got ears and the ceiling got a lens half my phone book turned to evidence and ex-friends I sleep with one eye open and a chair on the door the more the safe get heavy, the more they want more (count— count it twice) [Hook] Cold count, fingers moving slow in the dark every face a question mark, every friend a shark blinds down, but I feel the city watching hard trust a luxury I can't afford in this yard [Verse 2 - clear rap flow] Snakes in designer, they don't rattle 'fore they strike loyalty a season, and it's winter every night told my mama less so the worry wouldn't spread keep the business in my chest, the truth under the bed Cameras on the corner where the money used to flow now I move in silence 'cause the silence is gold they want me on a wire, they want me on a slab either way they coming for the little that I have (watch— they watching) [Bridge - cut the sub completely, just degraded chops, a clock and tape hiss, claustrophobic] [chopped vocal texture, pitch-drifting down, grit and breath] (snakes— snakes in the grass) [spoken, low] everybody smiling… nobody safe… [Final Hook - sub slams back lower and rolling, acid wild and distorted, chops thicker] Cold count, fingers moving slow in the dark every face a question mark, every friend a shark blinds down, but I feel the city watching hard [spoken, fading] …trust a luxury I can't afford.
