Yo, it's a wild ride out here in the trap.
Music is poppin' hard and you gotta move to {it| that sound. These streets they ain't for {the faint of heart| those who scared. You gotta be {street smart|tough to handle anything.
Life in the trap, it's {a hustle|constant struggle, 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 crazy life but it's the only one we {know|have. 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' statements. 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 climbed 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 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 screamin'. 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 feel 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 domain. He navigates with a glance, his aura instilling fear in equal measure. He's built his path from the bottom up, paving a mark of willpower. They call him The Godfather, but he just calls himself King.
His empire sprawls from the {seedyhighest towers. He knows every alley, read more every secret.
He's more than just a figurehead; he's a symbol of the {city's{ soul, a manifestation of its undercurrents. He's King and this is his concrete jungle.
Rollin' Paper, Livin' Dreams
It ain't about the shine, it's about the grind. You gotta hustle every single day to see your visions come true. The world is full of obstacles, but you gotta stay focused and never give up. It ain't gonna be easy, but, when you stack that paper, the feeling is top tier.
The Trap Star Anthem
It's the vibe, understand? This ain't no regular track, bro. It's straight heat, pumping through your headphones. We talkin' bars that'll school you. This anthem is for the grindin', the ones who rise to the top. You sportin' that boss mentality with every drop. crank it loud and let this vibe take you.