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| those who scared. 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 code 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 crazy 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' subtle 'bout this life. I got diamonds 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 realness, blood in my drip, a reminder of where I come from.
I rose to the top, ain't no question 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 Pushin' the Limits, Wide Open
There's nothin' like that adrenaline rush when you hit that gas pedal and shoot forward. The wind whippin' past your ears, the engine roarin'. It's a feeling of pure exhilaration. 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 boundaries 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.
Overlord Of The Concrete Jungle
The streets are his domain. He conquers with a glance, his vibe spreading awe in equal measure. He's built his path from the ground up, leaving a mark of determination. They call him The Godfather, but he just calls himself King.
His empire reaches from the {seedyheart of the city's core. He knows every street, every secret.
He's more than just a leader; he's a icon of the {city's{ soul, a manifestation of its hidden depths. He's King and this is his domain.
Chasin' Paper, Chasin' Dreams
It ain't about the glamour, it's about the grind. You gotta work hard every single day to see your dreams come true. The world is full of challenges, but you gotta push through and never quit. It ain't gonna be easy, but, when you make it happen, the feeling is top tier.
Trapstar Anthem
It's the hype, understand? This ain't no regular track, man. It's straight heat, bangin' through your speakers. We talkin' bars that'll knock you out. This song is for Trapstar the grindin', the ones who make it happen. You reppin' that boss mentality with every bass line. So turn it up and let this track take control.