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|tough to handle anything.
Life in the trap, it's {a hustle|a grind, but we makin' it work.
We got our own code and we stick to 'em.
- Respect is key
- Family over fame
- Gotta watch your back, you never know who's real
It's a hard 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' basic '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 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 evolving.
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 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 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 know there's nothin' left in the tank? That's the moment you realize: it's all worth it.
Overlord Of The Concrete Jungle
The streets are his domain. He conquers with a glance, his vibe instilling awe in equal measure. He's forged his path from here the ground up, leaving a legacy of determination. They call him Apex Predator, but he just goes by King.
His sphere reaches from the {seedyhighest towers. He knows every street, every transaction.
He's beyond just a leader; he's a emblem of the {city's{ soul, a avatar of its undercurrents. He's King and this is his concrete jungle.
Rollin' Paper, Fulfillin' Dreams
It ain't about the glamour, it's about the grind. You gotta put in that time every single day to see your visions come true. The world is full of hurdles, but you gotta keep goin' and never stop. It ain't gonna be easy, tho, when you stack that paper, the feeling is worth it.
Trapstar Anthem
It's the buzz, you feel me? This ain't no regular track, bro. It's straight heat, bangin' through your sound system. We talkin' flow that'll school you. This anthem is for the winners, the ones who make it happen. You reppin' that street life with every drop. So turn it up and let this Anthem take over.