Trap Life Flame

Whispers in the shadow, get cold Chasing dreams that flicker like a flame Uncontrolled pockets, empty heart Heavy with the weight I carry Dodging pitfalls, building empires From the ground up, scary Every step a gamble, dice rolling in the dark Hustling my veins, igniting that inner spark Friends turn to foes when the hunger starts to bite But I keep pushing turning wrongs into right Child life, calling, echoes in the beat stomping, lifting up my feet From the ground to the go, I rise through the storm Auto to my pain, but my soul stays warm Yeah, we, yeah, we hustle hard, no chains can hold In this rhythm of the streets, turning lead into gold Trap life, it's the fire in my chest Beating like the bass, where the fears to the rest Nights blend into days, no time for the weak Stacking every dollar, dodging what, what they speak Up behind the custody, but it only makes me linger Eyes on the prize, ambition like a path Where the loss can play a swag And scars paint the canvas of my fight From the bottom of the pit, reaching for the light Trap life, calling, echoes in the beat stomping Lifting up my feet, from the ground to the go I rise through the storm Auto to my pain, but my soul stays warm Yeah, we, yeah, we hustle hard, no chains can hold In this rhythm of the streets, turning lead into gold Trap life, it's the fire in my chest Beating like the bass, where the fears to the rest Slow it down, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Memories flooded, in this moment I'm at loss, uh Step short, like the edge of my own will, uh Knockin' through the hate, hey, chasin' that earth, uh Whispers, whispers, promises, the roads unforgiven Survival's the game, and I'm steadily livin' Bodies fade quick, when the dawn brings the truth Nudge the shadow like glass on the boot Yet I build from the ruin, uh Ambition, my God, turnin' poverty's chains Into strides full of pride, every bar I spit It's a piece of my soul, and it's trap symphony I'm takin' control, yeah Trap life, calling, echoes in the beat stomping Dippin' on my feet, from the ground to the blue I rise through the storm All the way to my pain, but my soul stays warm Yeah, we, yeah, we hustle hard, no chains can hold In this rhythm of the streets, turning lead into gold Trap life, it's the fire in my chest Beating like the bass, where the fears to the rest From the struggle to the shine from my own damn state 808's fate 808's fate 808's fate 808's fate 808's fate 808's fate 808's fate 808's fate 808's fate