Yo, it's a wild ride that's what 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|the weak. 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 ways 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|got. 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 bling on my wrist, makin' statements. But it ain't all glitz and glam, nah, there's hustle in every step I take. That's the truth, blood in my drip, a reminder of where I come from.
I rose 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 evolving.
Hittin' That Gas Pedal, No Limit
There's nothin' like that adrenaline rush when you slam that gas pedal and zoom forward. The wind rushin' past your ears, the engine screamin'. It's a feeling of pure freedom. 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 sense 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 territory. He conquers with a look, his vibe commanding awe in equal measure. He's carved his path from the foundations up, leaving a mark of determination. They call him Apex Predator, but he just is known as King.
His territory sprawls from the {seedyheart of the city's core. He knows every street, every transaction.
He's more than just a gangster; he's a icon of the {city's{ soul, a reflection of its dark side. He's King and this is his concrete jungle.
Rollin' Paper, Fulfillin' Dreams
It ain't about the flash, it's about the grind. You gotta work hard every single day to see your goals come true. The world is full of hurdles, but you gotta keep goin' and never stop. It ain't gonna be easy, tho, when you make it happen, the feeling is worth it.
Trapstar Anthem
It's the vibe, you feel me? This ain't no regular track, bro. It's straight fire, bangin' through your read more sound system. We talkin' bars that'll knock you out. This anthem is for the grindin', the ones who come alive. You reppin' that boss mentality with every beat. crank it loud and let this vibe take you.