Yo, it's a wild ride this ain't the trap.
The bass be thumpin' hard and you gotta move to {it|the vibe. These streets they ain't for {the faint of heart|the weak. You gotta be {street smart|tough to handle anything.
Life in the trap, it's {a hustle|a grind, but we makin' it work.
We got our own rules and we stick to 'em.
- Respect is key
- Loyalty is everything
- Gotta watch your back, you never know who's real
It's a intense life but it's the only one we {know|have. We makin' our own path and no lookin' back.
Diamonds On My Wrist, Blood In My Drip
Straight up, ain't nothin' simple 'bout this life. I got rocks on my wrist, makin' statements. But it ain't all glitz and glam, nah, there's hustle in every step I take. That's the truth, blood in my drip, a reminder of where I come from.
I rose to the top, ain't no hesitation about that. Every scar, every mark tells a story, a testament to my grit. They say diamonds are forever, but this life? This life is ever-changing, always evolving.
Hittin' That Gas Pedal, No Limit Pushin' the Limits, Wide Open
There's nothin' like that adrenaline rush when you slam that gas pedal and zoom forward. The wind flowin' past your ears, the engine roarin'. It's a feeling of pure power. No traffic lights, no speed limits, just you and the open road. Some folks might call it reckless, but we call it enjoying the ride. We're not afraid to {pushthe envelope and see what this machine can truly do. It's a dance between man and machine, a symphony of speed and sound.
And when you reach that point where you know there's nothin' left in the tank? That's the moment you realize: you've arrived.
Overlord Of The Cityscape
The streets are his territory. He rules with a glance, his aura spreading awe in equal measure. He's carved his path from the foundations up, paving a trail of willpower. They call him The Godfather, but he just goes by King.
His territory sprawls from the {seedyhighest towers. He knows every alley, every secret.
He's beyond just a leader; he's a symbol of the {city's{ soul, a reflection of its hidden depths. He's King and this is his concrete jungle.
Chasin' Paper, Fulfillin' Dreams
It ain't about the flash, it's about the grind. You gotta work hard every single day to see your visions come true. The world is full of hurdles, but you gotta push through and never give up. It ain't gonna be easy, tho, when you stack that paper, the feeling is unbelievable.
Trapstar Anthem
It's more info the buzz, got it? This ain't no basic track, fam. It's straight fire, thumpin' through your sound system. We talkin' bars that'll school you. This banger is for the grindin', the ones who make it happen. You sportin' that boss mentality with every drop. blast it and let this track take you.