

Intro
Two a.m., streetlights buzzing like a warning
City breathing smoke, the block still forming
Ay, ay, ay
Verse
Midnight glass reflects a king still counting scars
Chrome on my wrist, weighted heavy like the bars
Twelve blocks deep where the shadows keep the score
Every corner store a witness to the war I swore
Steam rise off the manhole, ghost walk through the fog
Pockets full of pressure, heart beat like a clock
Neon signs bleeding red on the wet concrete
Every step I take got a echo in the street
Used to sleep on porches, now I sleep with one eye
Watching for the sirens, watching for the sunrise
Chain around my neck heavier than it used to be
Every link a lesson that the city taught to me
Trap house glow behind the blinds like a heartbeat
Money on the table, count it till my hands beat
I ain't asking questions, I just ride what the dark bring
Late night city love got me chasing everything
Chorus
Feel the weight of the chain, pulling heavy on my frame
City lights won't fade, running numbers in the rain
Every night's the same, but I carry it with fame
Feel the weight of the chain, but I wear it like a name
Verse
Four a.m. diner, black coffee, no cream
Windows fogged with breath, city living out a dream
Deferred but not denied, I been patient with the grind
Every red light on the strip feel like it's watching mine
Rooftop views where the skyline start to bow
Used to chase the corner, corner chasing me right now
Broken glass beneath my feet like broken alibis
Every hustler got a story hiding in they eyes
I done buried old versions underneath the overpass
Ghost of who I was still lingers in the underclass
Cadillac creeping slow, bass shaking parking lot
Every dollar that I touch remind me what it cost
Sirens harmonize with beats up in my headphones
City never sleeping, so I guess I'm not alone
Weight get heavier the higher that you climbing
Still I'm counting blessings while the clock keep timing
Chorus
Feel the weight of the chain, pulling heavy on my frame
City lights won't fade, running numbers in the rain
Every night's the same, but I carry it with fame
Feel the weight of the chain, but I wear it like a name
Bridge
They don't see the nights I stayed up staring at the ceiling
Counting up the cost of every single feeling
Momma said the crown gon' cost you more than silver
Now I understand the weight of every river
I crossed to get here, every burn was necessary
Chain don't feel like chains no more, it feel like history
Outro
City lights still burning as the morning start to break
I carry what I carry, ain't a single thing I'd trade
Weight of the chain
Weight of the chain
Still standing, still here, still counting what remains
Trap · Dark · 88 BPM · 3:25 — Hip-Hop (trap), menacing, triumphant, modern trap hi-hats, 808 sub bass, trap hi-hats, dark piano loop, D minor, aggressive male rap, half-sung ad-libs, layered chants
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