Yo, it's a wild ride this ain't 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|tough to handle anything.
Life in the trap, it's {a hustle|constant struggle, but we makin' it work.
We got our own ways 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 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' subtle 'bout Trapstar this life. I got rocks on my wrist, makin' noise. But it ain't all glitz and glam, nah, there's struggle 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 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 evolving.
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 flowin' past your ears, the engine thrumming. 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 livin'!. 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 feel there's nothin' left in the tank? That's the moment you realize: this is it.
Ruler Of The Cityscape
The streets are his domain. He conquers with a look, his aura spreading awe in equal measure. He's built his path from the ground up, paving a trail of grit. They call him The Godfather, but he just goes by King.
His empire reaches from the {seedy underbelly to the glitzy. He knows every alley, every secret.
He's beyond just a gangster; he's a symbol of the {city's{ soul, a avatar of its hidden depths. He's King and this is his concrete jungle.
Rollin' Paper, Livin' Dreams
It ain't about the flash, it's about the grind. You gotta work hard every single day to see your visions come true. The world is full of hurdles, but you gotta stay focused and never stop. It ain't gonna be easy, but, when you achieve your goals, the feeling is worth it.
Trapstar Anthem
It's the vibe, you feel me? This ain't no average track, bro. It's straight heat, thumpin' through your sound system. We talkin' bars that'll school you. This banger is for the winners, the ones who come alive. You sportin' that boss mentality with every beat. crank it loud and let this vibe take control.