Yo, it's a wild ride out here in 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 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 hard life but it's the only one we {know|got. 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' basic 'bout this life. I got diamonds on my wrist, makin' statements. But it ain't all glitz and glam, nah, there's struggle in every step I take. That's the facts, blood in my drip, a reminder of where I come from.
I rose to the top, ain't no doubt about that. Every scar, every mark tells a story, a testament to my determination. They say diamonds are forever, but this life? This life is ever-changing, always growing.
Hittin' That Gas Pedal, No Limit Burnin' Rubber, Full Throttle
There's nothin' like that adrenaline rush when you slam that gas pedal and blast forward. The wind whippin' past more info your ears, the engine roarin'. 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 livin'!. 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.
Overlord Of The Concrete Jungle
The streets are his domain. He conquers with a look, his presence commanding awe 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 is known as King.
His sphere reaches from the {seedyhighest towers. He knows every corner, every transaction.
He's above just a leader; he's a symbol of the {city's{ soul, a manifestation of its dark side. He's King and this is his urban kingdom.
Rollin' Paper, Fulfillin' Dreams
It ain't about the flash, it's about the grind. You gotta work hard every single day to see your dreams come true. The world is full of obstacles, but you gotta push through and never stop. It ain't gonna be easy, but, when you achieve your goals, the feeling is top tier.
Trapstar Anthem
It's the buzz, you feel me? This ain't no average track, bro. It's straight fire, thumpin' through your sound system. We talkin' flow that'll school you. This song is for the winners, the ones who come alive. You sportin' that boss mentality with every bass line. So turn it up and let this Anthem take over.