Yo, it's a wild ride out here in 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|tough to handle anything.
Life in the trap, it's {a hustle|a grind, but we makin' it work.
We got our own ways and we stick to 'em.
- Respect is key
- You gotta ride or die
- Gotta watch your back, you never know who's real
It's a crazy life but it's the only one we {know|got. We makin' our own path and no lookin' back.
Diamonds On My Wrist, Blood In My Drip
Straight up, ain't nothin' subtle 'bout this life. I got rocks 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 realness, blood in my drip, a reminder of where I come from.
I fought to the top, ain't no question about that. Every scar, every mark tells a story, a testament to my resilience. They say diamonds are forever, but this Trapstar 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 hit that gas pedal and blast forward. The wind rushin' past your ears, the engine screamin'. 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 living life to the fullest. 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 feel there's nothin' left in the tank? That's the moment you realize: it's all worth it.
Ruler Of The Cityscape
The streets are his territory. He navigates with a stare, his aura commanding fear in equal measure. He's forged his path from the bottom up, making a mark of willpower. They call him Big Boss, but he just goes by King.
His territory sprawls from the {seedy underbelly to the glitzy. He knows every street, every deal.
He's more than just a figurehead; he's a icon of the {city's{ soul, a reflection of its dark side. He's King and this is his urban kingdom.
Chasin' Paper, Fulfillin' Dreams
It ain't about the flash, it's about the grind. You gotta hustle every single day to see your visions come true. The world is full of hurdles, but you gotta keep goin' and never quit. It ain't gonna be easy, tho, when you achieve your goals, the feeling is top tier.
That Trap Anthem
It's the buzz, you feel me? This ain't no basic track, fam. It's straight heat, pumping through your sound system. We talkin' flow that'll school you. This anthem is for the grindin', the ones who come alive. You reppin' that street life with every bass line. blast it and let this track take you.