Yo, it's a wild ride this ain't the trap.
The beat is droppin' 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|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
- 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 rocks on my wrist, makin' noise. But it ain't all glitz and glam, nah, there's grind in every step I take. That's the facts, 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 evolving.
Hittin' That Gas Pedal, No Limit Burnin' Rubber, Full Throttle
There's nothin' like that adrenaline rush when you hit that gas pedal and zoom forward. The wind flowin' 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 Trapstar you reach that point where you know there's nothin' left in the tank? That's the moment you realize: you've arrived.
King Of The Concrete Jungle
The streets are his kingdom. He conquers with a look, his vibe spreading respect in equal measure. He's built his path from the foundations up, making a mark of willpower. They call him Big Boss, but he just goes by King.
His territory sprawls from the {seedyhighest towers. He knows every corner, every secret.
He's more than just a figurehead; he's a symbol of the {city's{ soul, a reflection of its hidden depths. He's King and this is his domain.
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 hurdles, but you gotta stay focused and never quit. It ain't gonna be easy, but, when you achieve your goals, the feeling is unbelievable.
That Trap Anthem
It's the buzz, understand? This ain't no average track, man. It's straight heat, pumping through your speakers. We talkin' flow that'll school you. This song is for the winners, the ones who come alive. You showin' that street life with every bass line. So turn it up and let this vibe take you.