Yo, it's a wild ride out here in the trap.
The bass be thumpin' 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|a grind, but we makin' it work.
We got our own ways 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 we ain't stoppin'.
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 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 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 click here moving forward.
Hittin' That Gas Pedal, No Limit
There's nothin' like that adrenaline rush when you hit that gas pedal and shoot forward. The wind whippin' past your ears, the engine thrumming. It's a feeling of pure freedom. 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 know there's nothin' left in the tank? That's the moment you realize: this is it.
Ruler Of The Concrete Jungle
The streets are his kingdom. He rules with a look, his vibe spreading respect in equal measure. He's carved his path from the ground up, making a trail of determination. They call him The Godfather, but he just goes by King.
His sphere stretches from the {seedy underbelly to the glitzy. He knows every corner, every transaction.
He's more than just a figurehead; he's a symbol of the {city's{ soul, a avatar of its hidden depths. He's King and this is his concrete jungle.
Chasin' 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 goals come true. The world is full of obstacles, but you gotta stay focused and never quit. It ain't gonna be easy, but, when you stack that paper, the feeling is unbelievable.
Trapstar Anthem
It's the vibe, understand? This ain't no average track, bro. It's straight lit, pumping through your sound system. We talkin' bars that'll knock you out. This banger is for the hustlers, the ones who come alive. You reppin' that street life with every drop. So turn it up and let this vibe take you.