Straight from the red clay and concrete dreams of Atlanta, this playlist is a genre-bending flex of what it means to be born from the 404. It's not just a collection of songs—it’s the city speaking in melody, bass, and bars. Trap, soul, punk, gospel, house, whatever—we don’t do lanes. We pave new ones.

Every track in here is proof that the 404 ain’t just alive—it’s 4EverPower4ul. So press play… and let the A talk its sh*t.

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It's Complicated

Emergency

When does the fight turn into alright? “Alright” feels like a late-night check-in with your soul—part meditation, part motivation. Over a hypnotic beat and breezy melodies, it asks a simple question that hits deep: are you really alright?

Blending introspection with smoothness, it’s a track about staying grounded when life gets loud. About holding it together when you’re lowkey unraveling. It rides that line between chill and real.

Play it when you need a vibe and a reminder: it’s okay not to be okay—but you’re still standing.

Alright

Can We Talk?

X's and O's
Damn, that shit gettin' old
Everything that glitters ain't gold
I fell in love with somebody
Who my momma told me to leave alone
I saw the signs but I chose not to use 'em
I said she would never
But damn, was I stupid
She was feeding me lies
Chased it with excuses
She painted a picture
It was an illusion
She poured love in hands, it slipped through the cracks
The time that we spent, I can't get it back
Now I stick and move, I can't get too attached
My mind on my money, my foot on the gas
Ohh
It's so hard to let you go
The feelings just won't float
I just hope I don't fold
And tell you I'm alone
Hope I don't spin back, spin back
I learn my worth
And I stand on biz
I just hope I don't spin back, spin back
I put me first
And I stand on biz
I just hope I don't spin back
I just hope I don't spin back
Oh
Yeah
It's easy
How could it feel this good and be so bad for me
Soul ties got your demons still coming after me
Why my bed so cold when you not around
Way you be sucking with out even touching it's hard for me to leave you alone
Can't let you keep draining my energy (aye)
That shit be killing me mentally (aye)
Praying our past be a memory (oh)
No more spinning back
Oh, no
Hope I don't spin back, spin back
I learn my worth
And I stand on biz
I just hope I don't spin back, spin back
I put me first
And I stand on biz
I just hope I don't spin back
I just hope I don't spin back

Spin Back ft. Eric Bellinger REMIX

Lyrics written by me, vocals and instrumentals are created with AI but influenced by me open.spotify.com/artist/1OfXIb2Os…1gQEWE1GQZ29d2jQ

Sorry ive been a little MIA Lately! While I need to upload more I make more money off Spotify and Apple Music. If you want more songs stream there too 😎 thanks for the support!

Higher

A soulful Southern spiritual wrapped in 808s and red clay. It’s less a duet and more a reckoning—two voices trading verses like weathered pages torn from the same journal. There’s pain, pride, and perseverance in every line.

The production leans minimal but heavy, letting the vocals breathe and bruise. It’s a slow burn that never begs for attention—it earns it.

This isn’t just Southern blues reimagined. It’s the sound of Georgia soul trying to stretch past its roots without letting go of them.

Out The GA Clay: Duet Mix

feels like red clay gospel wrapped in smoke and sweat. A lone, weathered voice carries the weight of generations—then the choir rises behind it like a Sunday morning thunderstorm. Together, they don’t just sing—they testify.

The track oozes Southern blues, but it’s not stuck in the past. It moves with modern muscle—muddy guitars, deep-pocket drums, and a pulse that feels like a front porch heartbeat. Every note is steeped in Georgia: the dirt, the pain, the pride, the push to rise.

This is for anyone who knows what it means to come from the bottom and still hold their head high. From the backwoods to the BeltLine, this one hits home.

Out the Georgia Mud: Southern Blues Mix

Out the Georgia Clay: Melodic Rap Mix

“Easier” is a quiet storm of raw emotion and soft rhythm—an R&B confession that unpacks the heaviness of letting go and the aching hope that working through things will get easier. With stripped-down production, tender melodies, and lyrics that cut with clarity, this track lets silence speak between the words.

It's made for long drives, late-night thoughts, and anyone who’s ever asked themselves, “I did everything I was supposed to, but why are things still not good?”

Sometimes moving on hurts. But sometimes, staying hurts more.

Easier

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