Ghosts in the 808 Haze

From the corner where the street lights flicker low Shadows dancing on the pavement, feel the cold wind blow Rays don't trap houses, echoes of the stumping deep Mama praying in the kitchen while the sirens never sleep High hats skitter like rain on a busted roof Rapid fire, dreams deferred in the haze Chasing ghosts through the white All up to my pain, voice cracking like the concrete Cracks of the nights heavy, carrying burdens on my back Hustle for the bread, but the oven's always hot Friends turn to foes when the pot starts to blot Atlanta roots run deep like a base that shakes the soul From the trap to the top, but the climb takes its toll Boomin 808s, feel them rattle in your chest Wrapping high, hands snapping, put the streets to the test Streetlight calling all up to my cries Trap kings rising under neon skies From the south we ride, heavy hearts and loaded dice Echoes of the struggle pay the ultimate price Boomin bass, high hats, race, in this trap we chase Southern soul, breaking free from the cage Whispers in the pallet, deals done in the dark Gold chains glisten, but they weigh like a shunt Lost my brother to the light, now a shadow follows me Every corner's a memory, every scar's a decree Semper size, home and low, like the tension in the dark Snare rolls crack like thunder, but I ain't scared From the projects to the stage, with the script on the game Auto-tune confessions, washing away the shame Dope boys dreaming up escape, but the trap blows you in Rapid pulse of the city, where the real ones begin Emotional warfare, hard armor in the fight Southern pride burning bright, through the endless night Boomin 808s, feel them rattle in your chest Wrapping high, hands snapping, put the streets to the test Streetlight calling all up to my cries Trap kings rising under neon skies From the south we ride, heavy hearts are loaded dice Echoes of the struggle, pay the ultimate price Boomin bass, hi-hats race, in this trap we chase Southern soul, breaking free from the cage Slow it down, feel the weight of the world on your shoulders Hi-hats fade to whispers, but the bass still smolders One day I'll rise above, leave a trap in the rear view Auto-tune my redemption, singing truths that rain truth From the dirt, to the dust, to the dust To the stars, southern blood in my veins Break the cycle, heal the pains, wash away the stains Boomin 808s, feel them rattle in your chest Wrapping high, hands snapping, put the streets to the test Streetlight calling all up to my cries Trap kings rising under neon skies From the south we ride, heavy hearts are loaded dice Echoes of the struggle, pay the ultimate price Boomin bass, hi-hats race, in this trap we chase Southern soul, breaking free from the cage To the stars, southern blood in my veins From the south we ride, heavy hearts are loaded dice To the stars, southern blood in my veins