Yo, it's a wild ride this ain't the trap.
Music is poppin' 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
- 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|got. We makin' our own path and we ain't stoppin'.
Diamonds On My Wrist, Blood In My Drip
Straight up, ain't nothin' simple 'bout this life. I got diamonds on my wrist, makin' waves. 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 moving forward.
Hittin' That Gas Pedal, No Limit
There's nothin' like that adrenaline rush when you slam that gas pedal and blast forward. The wind whippin' past your ears, more info the engine thrumming. 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 {pushour limits 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 sense there's nothin' left in the tank? That's the moment you realize: you've arrived.
Ruler Of The Urban Wilderness
The streets are his kingdom. He rules with a stare, his aura spreading awe in equal measure. He's carved his path from the ground up, leaving a legacy of determination. They call him Big Boss, but he just is known as King.
His sphere stretches from the {seedy underbelly to the glitzy. He knows every corner, every secret.
He's beyond just a gangster; he's a symbol of the {city's{ soul, a manifestation of its dark side. He's King and this is his urban kingdom.
Stackin' Paper, Fulfillin' Dreams
It ain't about the glamour, it's about the grind. You gotta put in that time every single day to see your visions come true. The world is full of obstacles, but you gotta push through and never give up. It ain't gonna be easy, y'know, when you achieve your goals, the feeling is top tier.
Trapstar Anthem
It's the hype, got it? This ain't no regular track, fam. It's straight heat, pumping through your speakers. We talkin' flow that'll knock you out. This anthem is for the grindin', the ones who come alive. You sportin' that trap star with every bass line. blast it and let this track take you.