Neon Trap Confessions

Whispers in the shadows where the streetlights flicker low Concrete jungle calling, got my heart racing slow Uh, I'ma pray for better but the trap doors swallow me 808s booming like the pain inside my soul you see Hotheads dancing rapid like the bullets in the night Chasing dreams through alleyways, under neon's false light Auto-tune my confessions, master cracks in my voice From the south side, cradle where the lost boys make their choice Uh, trap life, it's the rhythm of the struggle Feel the bass hit deep, rapid fire, hotheads Keep the secrets that we keep, ruminate away Shake the ground where we stand tall Street kings rising through the fire, never fall Auto-tune redemption, singing sins we can't erase In the southern symphony, we own the empty space Trap life, yeah, it's raw, it's real, it's all we know From the block to the booth, let the story overflow It's full of echoes from the distance in the dark Snare rolls like thunder, striking deep within the heart Lost brothers to the system, ghosts on every corner Sympathizers swelling like the warnings we ignore Hustle never sleeps, it's the blood that pumps my vein From Atlanta's veins, we bleep this unrelenting pain Eyes on the horizon, but the chains pull me back In the cellar, trying to haze, finding peace on the trap Trap life, it's the rhythm of the struggle Feel the bass hit deep, rapid fire, hotheads Keep the secrets that we keep, ruminate away Shake the ground where we stand tall Street kings rising through the fire, never fall Auto-tune redemption, singing sins we can't erase In the southern symphony, we own the empty space Trap life, yeah, it's raw, it's real, it's all we know From the block to the booth, let the story overflow Slow it down now, feel the weight of what we built From the girls to the diamonds, every scar is guilt Voices slayed auto-tune hides the tremble in my cry But the streets remember under that moody sky One day we'll break free turn the trap into a thorn But tonight we ride the wave in the bass we're not alone Trap life, it's the rhythm of the struggle Feel the bass hit deep, rapid fire, hotheads Keep the secrets that we keep, ruminate away Shake the ground where we stand tall Street kings rising through the fire, never fall Auto-tune redemption, singing sins we can't erase In the southern symphony, we own the empty space Trap life, yeah, it's raw, it's real, it's all we know From the block to the booth, let the story overflow