Trap Lord Dreams
Kolt Draven
Trap
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Booming 808 basslines rumble through the mix, paired with rapid-fire hi-hat rolls and crisp snare claps that propel the hypnotic trap groove. Auto-tuned vocals deliver gritty tales of street hustling and survival, layered over brooding dark synths that evoke neon-lit urban shadows. The production builds a moody, bass-heavy atmosphere perfect for late-night drives.
Lyrics
Whispers in the dark, shadows on the block Heart heavy, pockets empty, clock never stops Grind never ends, demons in my ear Chasin' that fire, drownin' all the fear
Woke up in the trap, bricks on the table Scales tippin', dreams unstable Mama cryin', bills pilin' high I hit the corner, under neon sky Pounds in the pot, flip it for the profit Enemies lurkin', glock in my pocket Lost brothers to the streets, blood on the concrete Hustle for the throne, no time for defeat Nights turn to days, smoke fill the air Weight on my chest, but I don't care From rags to the riches, dodgin' all the snakes Every move a gamble, high stakes
Trap house jumpin', bass shakin' the walls Money callin', answerin' all my calls Pills and the powder, turn pain into power Runnin' this game, hour after hour We rise from the dirt, fists clenched tight Livin' that life, under city lights Trap lord dreams, no sleep in sight Hustle forever, ownin' the night
Fiends at the door, knockin' for the fix I serve 'em cold, stackin' up the bricks Rivals plottin', jealousy in their eyes One wrong step, and the reaper arrives Loyalty rare, like gold in the mud Betrayed by the fam, spillin' all my blood Flashback to the struggle, empty fridge days Now whips and chains, in a money maze Auto shadows glide, through the midnight rain Voices in my head screamin' my name Violence in the air, triggers pull quick Survival of the real, rest gettin' licked
Trap house jumpin', bass shakin' the walls Money callin', answerin' all my calls Pills and the powder, turn pain into power Runnin' this game, hour after hour We rise from the dirt, fists clenched tight Livin' that life, under city lights Trap lord dreams, no sleep in sight Hustle forever, ownin' the night
Fadin' echoes, smoke curlin' slow Crown on my head, but the pain don't go Streets whisper back, "You made it, king" But the war ain't over, hear the sirens sing Grind eternal, heart scarred deep From the bottom forever, promises I keep
Trap Lord Dreams
Kolt Draven
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