Lyrics

[Verse]
Trap beats thumpin', choir voices rising tall,
Dungeons and dragons, shout within the hall,
Chain links clinkin', off-white streets,
Pastor preachin', kids lost in the beats.

[Verse 2]
Pulled pork dreams, BBQ on the block,
Tales told in echoes, tick-tock tick-tock,
Deep cuts on vinyl, choir holds the tone,
Trap house piano, beats etched in stone.

[Chorus]
Harmony in chaos, choir robes in black,
Trappin' with angels, ain't no lookin' back,
Voices intertwine, like notes turned gold,
Melody and hustle, both stories told.

[Verse 3]
Late nights hustle, early morning’s grace,
Pipe smoke linger, ain’t got time to waste,
Harmonize the struggle, blendin’ highs and lows,
Trap verses sacred, choir’s cadence flows.

[Bridge]
Candles burn slowly, flickers in the wind,
Trap dreams echo, where the streets begin,
Voices intertwined, in a devil’s choir,
Hymns of the hustlers, no dream too higher.

[Verse 4]
Block party reverend, preachin' to the beat,
Choral angels sing, liftin' off the street,
Wings on their shoulders, Glocks in their hands,
Heaven meets the gutter, in these sacred lands.