Yo, it's a wild ride more info that's what the trap.
Music is poppin' hard and you gotta move to {it| that sound. 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
- 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' simple 'bout this life. I got rocks on my wrist, makin' waves. But it ain't all glitz and glam, nah, there's struggle 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 growing.
Hittin' That Gas Pedal, No Limit Pushin' the Limits, Wide Open
There's nothin' like that adrenaline rush when you floor that gas pedal and shoot forward. The wind rushin' past your ears, the engine thrumming. It's a feeling of pure exhilaration. 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 sense there's nothin' left in the tank? That's the moment you realize: this is it.
King Of The Cityscape
The streets are his territory. He navigates with a glance, his vibe spreading fear in equal measure. He's built his path from the foundations up, leaving a trail of grit. They call him The Godfather, but he just goes by King.
His sphere sprawls from the {seedy underbelly to the glitzy. He knows every alley, every deal.
He's more than just a gangster; he's a emblem of the {city's{ soul, a manifestation of its dark side. He's King and this is his concrete jungle.
Stackin' Paper, Fulfillin' Dreams
It ain't about the glamour, it's about the grind. You gotta work hard every single day to see your goals come true. The world is full of hurdles, but you gotta stay focused and never stop. It ain't gonna be easy, y'know, when you stack that paper, the feeling is unbelievable.
Trapstar Anthem
It's the hype, you feel me? This ain't no average track, man. It's straight fire, pumping through your headphones. We talkin' bars that'll blow you away. This song is for the hustlers, the ones who make it happen. You reppin' that street life with every bass line. blast it and let this vibe take you.