Yo, it's a wild ride this ain't 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|the weak. You gotta be {street smart|ready to handle anything.
Life in the trap, it's {a hustle|a grind, but we makin' it work.
We got our own rules and we stick to 'em.
- Respect is key
- Loyalty is everything
- Gotta watch your back, you never know who's real
It's a hard life but it's the only one we {know|got. 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 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 resilience. They say diamonds are forever, but this life? This life is ever-changing, always growing.
Hittin' That Gas Pedal, No Limit Burnin' Rubber, Full Throttle
There's nothin' like that adrenaline rush when you slam that gas pedal and zoom forward. The wind flowin' past your ears, the engine roarin'. It's a feeling of pure freedom. No Trapstar 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 {pushour limits 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.
Overlord Of The Urban Wilderness
The streets are his domain. He rules with a look, his vibe instilling respect in equal measure. He's forged his path from the ground up, leaving a trail of willpower. They call him Big Boss, but he just is known as King.
His sphere sprawls from the {seedyheart of the city's core. He knows every corner, every transaction.
He's more than just a leader; he's a symbol of the {city's{ soul, a reflection of its hidden depths. He's King and this is his urban kingdom.
Rollin' Paper, Chasin' Dreams
It ain't about the flash, 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 keep goin' and never stop. It ain't gonna be easy, tho, when you stack that paper, the feeling is worth it.
The Trap Star Anthem
It's the buzz, understand? This ain't no average track, man. It's straight heat, thumpin' through your sound system. We talkin' lyrics that'll blow you away. This banger is for the winners, the ones who come alive. You showin' that street life with every drop. blast it and let this track take over.