Chain hang low, swing like a pendulum,
Ice so bright, make a rainbow spectrum;
Wrist do the talk, no need for lecture,
Every step I take, watch the diamonds texture.
From the curb to the club, links clink like rhythm,
Boys see the gleam, girls see the vision;
Momma said shine, but never be a victim—
So I hustle that glow, every minute, every system.