Dirt Dynasty

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Born in the shadows of Atlanta nights What a street like dying stars It always rumbled the concrete veins All the tune drips like Syrup on the truth We paint our scars and rhythms unafraid From the trap to the top, we climb through the dirt We're supposed to the dead of the dark The bass is heavy, shakes the soul to alert The southern fire igniting the spark Trap life booming low, I have soul like thunder Street dreams in the bass pulling us under All the tune hearts singing through the struggle From the block to the throne, we hustle and juggle Yeah, trap soul Born real Made a way, poops That's the deal In the south, we rise Feel the thrill Trap forever Unbreakable will Memories of corners where the nights bleed slow Pockets full of weight, eyes on the glow Rapping five flows of a silk wave crashing Ghosts of the game and every beat lashing We trap for the fan for the ones left behind Through the raids and the losses, peace hard to find One support suite, hiding the crime With the bass confessing what the words can't hide From the cradle of the grid to the crown we claim Southern roots deep, fueling the flame Every hi-hat tick like a heartbeat's name In this trap symphony, we at your fame Trap life Boom and low Hi-hats roll like thunder Street dreams in the bass pulling us under All the tune hearts singing through the struggle From the block to the throne, we hustle and juggle Yeah, trap soul Born real Made a way, poops That's the deal In the south, we rise Feel the thrill Trap forever Unbreakable will Slow it down for the way to the world Paid away, specifics untold Hi-hats faded to the mystical But we rise from the trap Stories in gold The more we hear The more emotional Echoes in the air Tryna night street poetry Flowing, chasing the light Auto-tune veils of the tenor fight In the southern stern, we on the fight Trap life Boom and low Hi-hats roll like thunder Street dreams in the bass pulling us under Auto-tune hearts singing through the struggle From the block to the throne, we hustle and juggle Yeah, trap soul Born real Made a way, poops That's the deal In the south, we rise Feel the thrill Trap forever Unbreakable will slow it down Trap forever Unbreakable will From the south, we trap eternal From the south, we trap eternal Trap forever Trap forever Trap forever Trap forever Trap forever Trap forever Trap forever Trap forever Trap forever Trap forever Trap forever