Yo, it's a wild ride out here in the trap.
The beat is droppin' 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 intense 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 rocks on my wrist, makin' noise. But it ain't all glitz and glam, nah, there's grind in every step I take. That's the realness, 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 grit. They say diamonds are forever, but this life? This life is ever-changing, always moving forward.
Hittin' That Gas Pedal, No Limit
There's nothin' like that adrenaline check here rush when you floor that gas pedal and shoot forward. The wind flowin' past your ears, the engine screamin'. 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 {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 sense there's nothin' left in the tank? That's the moment you realize: you've arrived.
Ruler Of The Cityscape
The streets are his kingdom. He conquers with a stare, his aura instilling respect in equal measure. He's built his path from the bottom up, leaving a legacy of determination. They call him Big Boss, but he just goes by King.
His sphere stretches from the {seedyheart of the city's core. He knows every alley, every deal.
He's beyond just a leader; he's a emblem of the {city's{ soul, a manifestation of its hidden depths. He's King and this is his urban kingdom.
Chasin' Paper, Chasin' Dreams
It ain't about the glamour, it's about the grind. You gotta put in that time every single day to see your visions come true. The world is full of hurdles, but you gotta keep goin' and never stop. It ain't gonna be easy, but, when you make it happen, the feeling is worth it.
Trapstar Anthem
It's the buzz, got it? This ain't no basic track, fam. It's straight fire, thumpin' through your headphones. We talkin' lyrics that'll blow you away. This song is for the grindin', the ones who make it happen. You sportin' that street life with every beat. crank it loud and let this Anthem take over.