Yo, it's a wild ride that's what the trap.
The bass be thumpin' hard and you gotta move read more to {it|the vibe. 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|constant struggle, but we makin' it work.
We got our own code and we stick to 'em.
- Respect is key
- Family over fame
- 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 we ain't stoppin'.
Diamonds On My Wrist, Blood In My Drip
Straight up, ain't nothin' basic 'bout this life. I got diamonds on my wrist, makin' noise. 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 question about that. Every scar, every mark tells a story, a testament to my determination. They say diamonds are forever, but this life? This life is ever-changing, always moving forward.
Hittin' That Gas Pedal, No Limit Burnin' Rubber, Full Throttle
There's nothin' like that adrenaline rush when you floor 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 livin'!. 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 sense there's nothin' left in the tank? That's the moment you realize: you've arrived.
Overlord Of The Concrete Jungle
The streets are his kingdom. He navigates with a stare, his vibe instilling respect in equal measure. He's built his path from the bottom up, leaving a mark of grit. They call him The Godfather, but he just is known as King.
His territory reaches from the {seedy underbelly to the glitzy. He knows every corner, every transaction.
He's above just a leader; he's a icon of the {city's{ soul, a avatar of its undercurrents. He's King and this is his domain.
Chasin' Paper, Livin' Dreams
It ain't about the flash, it's about the grind. You gotta work hard every single day to see your dreams come true. The world is full of hurdles, but you gotta keep goin' and never quit. It ain't gonna be easy, but, when you stack that paper, the feeling is unbelievable.
Trapstar Anthem
It's the vibe, understand? This ain't no regular track, bro. It's straight fire, pumping through your sound system. We talkin' bars that'll knock you out. This banger is for the hustlers, the ones who rise to the top. You showin' that street life with every bass line. So turn it up and let this track take you.