Yo, it's a wild ride out here in the trap.
The bass be thumpin' hard and you gotta move to {it| that sound. These streets they ain't check here 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|constant struggle, 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 crazy life but it's the only one we {know|have. We makin' our own path and no lookin' back.
Diamonds On My Wrist, Blood In My Drip
Straight up, ain't nothin' basic '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 facts, blood in my drip, a reminder of where I come from.
I rose 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 evolving.
Hittin' That Gas Pedal, No Limit Jammin' on the Accelerator
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 exhilaration. 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 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 glance, his aura instilling awe in equal measure. He's built his path from the foundations up, paving a trail of determination. They call him Apex Predator, but he just calls himself King.
His empire stretches from the {seedyheart of the city's core. He knows every street, every transaction.
He's above 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.
Chasin' Paper, Livin' Dreams
It ain't about the shine, it's about the grind. You gotta work hard every single day to see your visions come true. The world is full of obstacles, but you gotta keep goin' and never give up. It ain't gonna be easy, tho, when you achieve your goals, the feeling is unbelievable.
Trapstar Anthem
It's the hype, you feel me? This ain't no average track, bro. It's straight heat, pumping through your speakers. We talkin' lyrics that'll school you. This song is for the winners, the ones who make it happen. You reppin' that trap star with every bass line. So turn it up and let this vibe take over.