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| 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
- 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' simple 'bout this life. I got bling on my wrist, makin' noise. But it ain't all glitz and glam, nah, there's struggle in every step I take. That's the realness, blood in my drip, a reminder of where I come from.
I fought to the top, ain't no doubt 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.
read moreHittin' That Gas Pedal, No Limit Jammin' on the Accelerator
There's nothin' like that adrenaline rush when you floor that gas pedal and zoom forward. The wind flowin' past your ears, the engine screamin'. 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 livin'!. 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: this is it.
Ruler Of The Concrete Jungle
The streets are his kingdom. He conquers with a stare, his presence commanding fear in equal measure. He's carved his path from the bottom up, paving a trail of determination. They call him Apex Predator, but he just calls himself King.
His territory stretches from the {seedyhighest towers. He knows every alley, every deal.
He's more than just a gangster; he's a symbol of the {city's{ soul, a manifestation of its undercurrents. He's King and this is his urban kingdom.
Chasin' Paper, Livin' Dreams
It ain't about the shine, it's about the grind. You gotta put in that time every single day to see your dreams come true. The world is full of hurdles, but you gotta stay focused and never stop. It ain't gonna be easy, but, when you make it happen, the feeling is worth it.
The Trap Star Anthem
It's the vibe, got it? This ain't no regular track, fam. It's straight lit, thumpin' through your sound system. We talkin' bars that'll knock you out. This song is for the hustlers, the ones who rise to the top. You sportin' that trap star with every beat. So turn it up and let this vibe take over.