Block Whispers

Whispers in the alley, shadows on the block, Grew up where the sirens scream and the dreams get locked. Mama prayin' nightly, but the streets call my name, Hustlin' for the paper, dodgin' all the flame. 808s boomin' like my heartbeat in the trap, Hi-hats dancin' rapid, got me movin' through the map. From the corner store to the corner of my mind, Lost brothers in the night, leavin' echoes undefined.

Trap life, yeah, we ridin' through the pain, Auto-tune my sorrows, wash away the rain. Southern nights so heavy, bass hit like a storm, Street kings risin', breakin' every norm. Boom, boom, feel the 808 quake, Rapid fire hi-hats, no time for the fake. We built this from the dirt, now we own the throne, Trap forever echoin', in the dark, we glow.

Concrete jungle vines, climbin' up the walls, Dodged the blue lights flashin', answerin' no calls. Pockets full of nothin' but the weight of what we chase, Faces in the mirror, scarred but full of grace. Synthesizers whisper secrets from the underground, Snare rolls like the thunder when the deals go down. Friends turn to ghosts, but the grind don't stop, Pourin' out my soul in every drop.

Trap life, yeah, we ridin' through the pain, Auto-tune my sorrows, wash away the rain. Southern nights so heavy, bass hit like a storm, Street kings risin', breakin' every norm. Boom, boom, feel the 808 quake, Rapid fire hi-hats, no time for the fake. We built this from the dirt, now we own the throne, Trap forever echoin', in the dark, we glow.

Slow it down, feel the pulse beneath the skin, Where the hurt turns to fire, and we begin again. No chains can hold the spirit of the South, From the trap to the stars, we reachin' out. Emotional waves crashin' on the beat, Poetic justice in the rhythm of the street.

Final lap in the race, no surrender in sight, Wounds heal with the wisdom from the endless fight. Auto-tuned confessions, raw and unrefined, Southern soul eternal, leavin' marks behind. Hi-hats tickin' like the clock we can't rewind, 808s remind us of the battles we survived. From the bottom to the pinnacle, we claim our crown, Trap symphony playin', never backin' down.

Trap life, yeah, we ridin' through the pain, Auto-tune my sorrows, wash away the rain. Southern nights so heavy, bass hit like a storm, Street kings risin', breakin' every norm. Boom, boom, feel the 808 quake, Rapid fire hi-hats, no time for the fake. We built this from the dirt, now we own the throne, Trap forever echoin', in the dark, we glow... fade out.