Neon Block Thunder

From the blocks where the streetlights flicker low 808s hit like thunder in the soul Young kings hustling under neon glow Trap house echoes with the stories untold I had desert light rain on the roof Baseline booming chasing no way to truth Auto-tune whisper secrets in the booth Southern nights where the grind takes its toll Pockets empty but the fire in my chest Dodging shadows, putting dreams to the test From Atlanta corners to the edge of the west We build empires on the way to the stress Trap like yes, the pulse of the streets Booming bass, hi-hats keep the heartbeat Auto-tune bang, turning losses to feats In the trap we rise, never admit defeat 808s shake the ground when we stand Rapid fire rhythms got the world in our hands Street tales moving in every command Trap forever, this is our promised land Scrap like the whip, buddy We're the gang Synthesize humming through the pouring rain Voices layered, hiding all the shame From the trap to the top, breaking every chain Moms praying while the sirens wail close Nights of hustle dodging all the ghosts We paint pictures with the ink of our clothes Southern soul, in the rhythm it flows Diamonds flashing but the scars run deep Chasing freedom while we wolves start to creep Every bar bullet from the heart I keep In this trap symphony, we never sleep Trap like yes, the pulse of the streets Booming bass, hi-hats keep the heartbeat Auto-tune bang, turning losses to feats In the trap we rise, never admit defeat 808s shake the ground when we stand Rapid fire rhythms got the world in our hands Street tales moving in every command Trap forever, this is our promised land Slow it down, feel the weight in the air Echoes of the fallen but we still declare From the dirt we bloom, no fear, no despair Trap's our anthem, raw and bare Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah One more hit, let the bass line hear Trap like yes, the pulse of the streets Booming bass, hi-hats keep the heartbeat Auto-tune bang, turning losses to feats In the trap we rise, never admit defeat 808s shake the ground when we stand Rapid fire rhythms got the world in our hands Street tales moving in every command Trap forever, this is our promised land Trap like yes, the pulse of the streets Booming bass, hi-hats keep the heartbeat Auto-tune bang, turning losses to feats Slow it down, feel the weight in the air Trap like yes, the pulse of the streets Booming bass, hi-hats keep the heartbeat Auto-tune bang, turning losses to feats Auto-tune bang, turning losses to feats Trap like yes, the pulse of the streets