Verse 1 (raw gritty male ATL trap rap – spit it fast with heavy auto-tune): Trap house jumpin’, fiends at the door, I don’t take no shit, step wrong get floored, Opps talk online, but they hide when I’m tourin’, Pull up with the stick, leave they block mournin’. Mama said stay dangerous, I ain’t never fold, Pockets full of blue faces, heart stay cold, You snitch on the gang, now your life on hold, I’m the king of these streets, turn your ass to a ghost. Beef? I eat it raw, no cap, no filter, Slide through the night, make the whole strip shiver, You flex on the ‘Gram, but your pack gettin’ hit, One call and it’s over – that’s just how we live. Chorus (sung by powerful popstar diva – big, emotional, soaring vocals): We ride through the trap, bass hittin’ low! Don’t take no shit, watch the bodies hit the floor, no! Heavy 808 thunder, metal riffs explode! Cyber trap savage, opps already overload! (Oh-oh-oh, we rise from the fire, we glow!) Violin cry, drums crash through the war! You come for the throne? Better run for the door! Verse 2 (even faster, dirtier, more aggressive auto-tuned male rap): Woke up to sirens, that’s just Tuesday mornin’, Load up the clip while the pot still scorchin’, You play with my money, I play with your coffin, ATL savage, no mercy, no bargain. They tried to take the crown, now they layin’ in dirt, I don’t trust nobody, whole circle stay alert, Pistol on my waist, paranoia on alert, One wrong look – brrrt – watch your feelings get hurt. Life in the trap, either boss or get stepped on, I chose to be the reaper, now your whole crew slept on, Fake niggas smile, but I see through the mask, Cross me one time – turn your future to the past. Outro (ad-libs over heavy 808s, shredding guitars, screaming violin, and crashing drums): Yeah… don’t take no shit… huh… trap life… brrrt… we own it… auto-tune screamin’… yeah!
