Cottonfield Heartache Blues

Yeah, whispers in the trap house, shadows on the block Neon lights flicker, clock ticks like a Glock Mama's prayers echo through the concrete walls Chasing dreams in the dirt, dodging all the falls 808s rumble deep, shake the foundation High hats dancing, rapid fueling my frustration From the corner store to the corner of my mind Lost brothers in the system, leaving pain behind Auto-tune my sorrow pitch it up so high But the weight on my chest won't let me touch the sky Pockets full of nothing but lit and regret Streetlights witness the bets that I can't forget Trap life! There's a storm in the southern rain Booming bass hitting hard, breaking all the chains Rapid fire, high hats, snapping like the whip Auto-tune confessions from these scarred up lips We rise from the ashes Kings in the night, street symphony playing Under city lights Trap life, yeah Yeah, it's raw and it's real Feeling every beat like it's my last meal Grew up on the pavement, where the sirens sing Hustle in my veins, like a venomous sting Friends turn to ghosts, faded in the smoke One wrong turn and the whole world's broke Synthesize, humming low, sense cuts Cut like a blade Snare rolls thunder in this masquerade I pin these bars from the edge of the ledge Emotional wreckage, I won't beg Diamonds in the rough, but they cut too deep Southern soul crying, promises I can't keep From Atlanta nights to the dawn's cruel tease Trap's my heartbeat, bringing me to my knees Trap life! There's a storm in the southern rain Booming bass hitting hard, breaking all the chains Rapid fire, high hats, snapping like the whip Auto-tune confessions from these startup lips We rise from the ashes, kings in the night Street symphony playing, under city lights Trap life, yeah Yeah, it's raw and it's real Feeling every beat like it's my last meal Slow it down, let the breathe In the cry before the storm, what do I believe? Years of grind, that's in every line I spit Emotional tide away, but I won't quit From the top of the mountain to the top of the mountain Trap to the top, it's a war I fight Heart heavy with the stories of the endless night One more verse, one more chance to heal In this trap symphony, the pain feels real Trap life! There's a storm in the southern rain Booming bass hitting hard, breaking all the chains Rapid fire, high hats, snapping like the whip Auto-tune confessions from these startup lips We rise from the ashes, kings in the night Street symphony playing, under city lights Trap life, yeah Yeah, it's raw and it's real Feeling every beat like it's my last meal