Yo, it's a wild ride this ain't the trap.
The beat is droppin' 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|ready to handle anything.
Life in the trap, it's {a hustle|a grind, but we makin' it work.
We got our own code and we stick to 'em.
- Respect is key
- Family over fame
- 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 it ain't no turning 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' noise. But it ain't all glitz and glam, nah, there's grind in every step I take. That's the realness, blood in my drip, a reminder of where I come from.
I fought to the top, ain't no hesitation about that. Every scar, every mark tells a story, a testament to my resilience. They say diamonds are forever, but this life? This life is ever-changing, always moving forward.
Hittin' That Gas Pedal, No Limit Jammin' on the Accelerator
There's nothin' like that adrenaline rush when you slam that gas pedal and shoot forward. The wind whippin' past your ears, the engine roarin'. It's a feeling of pure freedom. No traffic lights, no speed limits, just you and the open road. Some folks might call it reckless, but we call it livin'!. We're not afraid to {pushthe Trapstar 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: this is it.
King Of The Concrete Jungle
The streets are his kingdom. He rules with a stare, his presence commanding awe in equal measure. He's carved his path from the ground up, leaving a legacy of determination. They call him The Godfather, but he just is known as King.
His empire sprawls from the {seedy underbelly to the glitzy. He knows every street, every deal.
He's beyond just a leader; he's a symbol of the {city's{ soul, a manifestation of its undercurrents. He's King and this is his domain.
Chasin' Paper, Livin' Dreams
It ain't about the glamour, it's about the grind. You gotta put in that time every single day to see your dreams come true. The world is full of challenges, but you gotta push through and never give up. It ain't gonna be easy, but, when you stack that paper, the feeling is unbelievable.
The Trap Star Anthem
It's the buzz, understand? This ain't no average track, fam. It's straight fire, bangin' through your sound system. We talkin' flow that'll blow you away. This anthem is for the hustlers, the ones who make it happen. You reppin' that street life with every drop. blast it and let this vibe take over.