Neon Dirt Dynasty

From the shadows of the egg where the concrete bleeds red 808s hit like thunder in my head Rays gone corners where the trap house never sleeps High hats skitter like rain on the trap beat Whistlers in the dark deals under neon glow Autotune my pain let the melody flow Southern roots deep like the bass that shakes the ground We building pies from the dirt no kings without a crown Snare rolls echo like the pulse of the nights And passages weave dreams in the flickering light Street light scars but the rhythm heals the fight Traps my confession turn them wrong into right Boom, feel the quake the soul Rapid hats they dance taking control From Atlanta's fire to the world's cold hole Trap light rising stories untold Autotune heart screaming through the mic Bass drops heavy cutting like a knife In the trap we thrive under pressure we ignite Southern storm on in the night Pockets empty but the vision stays lit High hats triple time dodging every hit From the trap to the charts we flip the script quick Snare snapping back like the chains we break free Morty nights aggressive drive in my veins Triumphant roars when the crowd screams our names Trying to post hip hop's wild child Clouds of smoke but our sound never mild Urban kings born in the 90's haze CDM trap fusion setting the blaze Rapping fire painting the pain In this booth we conquer wash away the rain Slow it down feel the weight of the low Bass rumbling deep where the real ones know From the south we came with a hunger untold Traps our anthem turning lead into gold No surrender just a beat that won't fold Emotional waves in the high hats cold hole Boom feel the quake the soul Rapid hats they dance taking control From Atlanta's fire to the world's cold hole Trap light rising stories untold Autotune heart screaming through the mic Bass drops heavy cutting like a knife In the trap we thrive under pressure we ignite Southern storm on in the night Trap forever, necker with the streets Where the strong never treat