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 for {the faint of heart| those who scared. You gotta be {street smart|tough 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
- 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|got. We makin' our own path and we ain't stoppin'.
Diamonds On My Wrist, Blood In My Drip
Straight up, ain't nothin' simple '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 climbed to the top, ain't no hesitation 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 Jammin' on the Accelerator
There's nothin' like that adrenaline rush when you floor that gas pedal and blast forward. The wind whippin' past your ears, the engine screamin'. It's a feeling of pure power. 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 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 feel there's nothin' left in the tank? That's the moment you realize: you've arrived.
King Of The Cityscape
The streets are his domain. He conquers with a stare, his vibe instilling awe in equal measure. He's forged his path from the ground up, leaving a mark of grit. 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 alley, every transaction.
He's beyond just a gangster; he's website a symbol of the {city's{ soul, a reflection of its hidden depths. He's King and this is his domain.
Rollin' Paper, Livin' Dreams
It ain't about the shine, it's about the grind. You gotta put in that time every single day to see your goals come true. The world is full of obstacles, but you gotta push through and never stop. It ain't gonna be easy, but, when you stack that paper, the feeling is worth it.
Trapstar Anthem
It's the hype, understand? This ain't no average track, bro. It's straight heat, pumping through your speakers. We talkin' lyrics that'll blow you away. This anthem is for the grindin', the ones who make it happen. You showin' that street life with every drop. crank it loud and let this vibe take you.