Yo, it's a wild ride this ain't the trap.
The bass be thumpin' 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|constant struggle, but we makin' it work.
We got our own code and we stick to 'em.
- Respect is key
- Loyalty is everything
- Gotta watch your back, you never know who's real
It's a intense 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' waves. But it ain't all glitz and glam, nah, there's struggle 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 Trapstar 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 moving forward.
Hittin' That Gas Pedal, No Limit Jammin' on the Accelerator
There's nothin' like that adrenaline rush when you hit that gas pedal and shoot 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 enjoying the ride. 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 know there's nothin' left in the tank? That's the moment you realize: it's all worth it.
King Of The Cityscape
The streets are his domain. He rules with a glance, his presence spreading awe in equal measure. He's carved his path from the foundations up, leaving a legacy of grit. They call him Big Boss, but he just is known as King.
His empire sprawls from the {seedy underbelly to the glitzy. He knows every corner, every deal.
He's more than just a figurehead; he's a emblem of the {city's{ soul, a manifestation of its dark side. He's King and this is his concrete jungle.
Rollin' Paper, Fulfillin' 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 obstacles, but you gotta push through and never quit. It ain't gonna be easy, y'know, when you stack that paper, the feeling is worth it.
That Trap Anthem
It's the hype, understand? This ain't no average track, man. It's straight lit, pumping through your headphones. We talkin' flow that'll knock you out. This song is for the grindin', the ones who make it happen. You reppin' that boss mentality with every bass line. blast it and let this vibe take over.