Yo, it's a wild ride this ain't the trap.
The beat is droppin' 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|ready 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
- You gotta ride or die
- Gotta watch your back, you never know who's real
It's a intense life but it's the only one we {know|have. 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' simple 'bout this life. I got diamonds on my wrist, makin' statements. But it ain't all glitz and glam, nah, there's grind 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 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 Pushin' the Limits, Wide Open
There's nothin' like that adrenaline rush when you floor that gas pedal and blast forward. The wind flowin' past your ears, the engine roarin'. 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 boundaries 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 know there's nothin' left in the tank? That's the moment you realize: it's all worth it.
King Of The Cityscape
The streets are his domain. He navigates with a glance, his presence instilling respect in equal measure. He's forged his path from the ground up, making a mark of determination. They call him The Godfather, but he just calls himself King.
His territory stretches from the {seedy underbelly to the glitzy. He knows every street, every transaction.
He's more than just a leader; he's a symbol of the {city's{ soul, a reflection of its undercurrents. He's King and this is his concrete jungle.
Rollin' Paper, Fulfillin' Dreams
It ain't about the shine, it's about the grind. You gotta hustle every single day to see your goals come true. The world is full of obstacles, but you gotta push through and never give up. It ain't gonna be easy, tho, when you achieve your goals, the feeling is worth it.
Trapstar Anthem
It's the hype, check here you feel me? This ain't no basic track, man. It's straight heat, bangin' through your headphones. We talkin' bars that'll school you. This song is for the grindin', the ones who make it happen. You sportin' that trap star with every drop. blast it and let this vibe take control.