Brick Shadows Echo

Yo, from the bricks where the shadows creep low, Atlanta nights, where the hustlers don't sleep, yo. Pockets empty, but the fire in my soul, Dreamin' 'bout that bass that shakes the ground, make it whole. Corner stores, trap houses echo with the pain, Young kings risin', dodgin' rain like it's a chain. 808s boomin', feel 'em rumble through the veins, Rapid hats snappin', like the pulse of these streets, insane.

Trap life, we built it from the dirt, no cap, Boomin' bass hittin' hard, put the city on the map. Auto-tune drippin', voices twisted in the trap, Southern soul screamin', ain't no turnin' back. From the trap to the top, we ride that wavy flow, Hi-hats dancin' rapid, let the whole world know. Street dreams in the beat, yeah, we own this code, Trap forever, heavy hearts on this road.

Synth waves crashin' like the weight on my chest, Snare rolls thunder, puttin' fears to rest. Grew up in the South, where the heat don't quit, Flippin' packs in the dark, chasin' that lit. Voices warped in the booth, auto-tune my truth, Tellin' tales of the struggle, from the booth to the roof. Electronic pulse, hip-hop's wild child born, From the 90s haze, now the storm we warn.

Trap life, we built it from the dirt, no cap, Boomin' bass hittin' hard, put the city on the map. Auto-tune drippin', voices twisted in the trap, Southern soul screamin', ain't no turnin' back. From the trap to the top, we ride that wavy flow, Hi-hats dancin' rapid, let the whole world know. Street dreams in the beat, yeah, we own this code, Trap forever, heavy hearts on this road.

Slow it down, feel the mood sink deep, Aggressive fire, triumphant leap. Urban echoes in the bassline call, From Atlanta's core, we rise, we ball. No chains can hold this sound we craft, Moody nights turn to victory's draft. Pour my pain in the rhythm, let it blast, Trap's my heart, built to last.

Clouds of smoke, EDM twist in the mix, Southern rap roots, hittin' harder than bricks. Rapid fire hats, like bullets in the night, We paint the struggle vivid, under neon lights. Emotional scars wrapped in every bar, Triumph over trials, reachin' for the stars. This the sound of survival, raw and unchained, Trap's legacy, forever ingrained.

Trap life, we built it from the dirt, no cap, Boomin' bass hittin' hard, put the city on the map. Auto-tune drippin', voices twisted in the trap, Southern soul screamin', ain't no turnin' back. From the trap to the top, we ride that wavy flow, Hi-hats dancin' rapid, let the whole world know. Street dreams in the beat, yeah, we own this code, Trap forever, heavy hearts on this road.

Yeah, trap forever... bass still boomin'... Southern pride, we own the night... fade out slow.