Yo, it's a wild ride out here in the trap.
Music is poppin' 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|tough 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
- You gotta ride or die
- Gotta watch your back, you never know who's real
It's a hard life but it's the only one we {know|have. 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' subtle 'bout this life. I got rocks 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 realness, blood in my drip, a reminder of where I come from.
I fought to the top, ain't no hesitation 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 moving forward.
Hittin' That Gas Pedal, No Limit Jammin' on the Accelerator
There's nothin' like that adrenaline rush when you slam that gas pedal and shoot forward. The wind flowin' past your ears, the engine read more 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 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 know there's nothin' left in the tank? That's the moment you realize: this is it.
Overlord Of The Cityscape
The streets are his territory. He conquers with a stare, his presence instilling fear in equal measure. He's carved his path from the ground up, leaving a mark of determination. They call him Big Boss, but he just is known as King.
His sphere sprawls from the {seedyhighest towers. He knows every alley, every secret.
He's beyond just a figurehead; he's a emblem of the {city's{ soul, a reflection of its undercurrents. He's King and this is his urban kingdom.
Chasin' Paper, Livin' Dreams
It ain't about the glamour, it's about the grind. You gotta work hard every single day to see your visions come true. The world is full of challenges, but you gotta keep goin' and never stop. It ain't gonna be easy, tho, when you make it happen, the feeling is unbelievable.
The Trap Star Anthem
It's the vibe, got it? This ain't no basic track, man. It's straight fire, bangin' through your sound system. We talkin' flow that'll knock you out. This song is for the hustlers, the ones who come alive. You showin' that street life with every bass line. blast it and let this Anthem take you.