ATL Concrete Confessions

Dumb in the ATL, where the shadows stretch long Neon lights flick on corners where the strong survive Concrete jumbles whisper secrets in the human night Young dreams trapped in cycles chasing fleeting light Places like a heartbeat pounding through the pain 808s rolling deep echo in the rain High hats snapping rapid like the pulse of the grind Every bar a confession, every a lifeline Trap life calling auto tune my soul From the south side struggle to the throne we stoke Booming lows and highs that never fade Street hymns in the dark where the broken get remade Yeah we rise on a rhythm feel the fire ignite Trap kings in the chaos owning the night Auto tune my scars let the melody Bleed so the roots run deep planning victory seeks Arrow rolls like thunder rolling through the haze Tinker sides weaving spells in the midnight maze From the trap house echoes to the charts we climb Voices walked in wavy turning hurt to rhyme Aggressive flows for the battles we fight unseen Moody vibes in the triumph living out the dream Autotronic pulses drive us through the storm Urban warriors forged in the face we transform Slow it down feel the weight of the world on these shoulders But the beat pulls us up turns the ashes to golders No chains can hold when the high hats set free In the southern symphony we find our decree Aggressive yet profound traps our anthem without a sound Trap life calling auto tune my soul From the south side struggle to the throne we stoke Booming lows and highs that never fade Street hymns in the dark where the broken get remade Yeah we rise on a rhythm feel the fire ignite Trap kings in the chaos owning the night Auto tune my scars let the melody bleed Southern roots run deep planning victory seeks Yeah I trap forever in the blaze We confine from the streets to a dead Eternity on this endless ride