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|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 rules 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 no lookin' back.
Diamonds On My Wrist, Blood In My Drip
Straight up, ain't nothin' basic 'bout this life. I got diamonds on my wrist, makin' noise. 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 fought 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 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 zoom forward. The wind flowin' past your ears, the engine roarin'. 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 sense there's nothin' left in the tank? That's the moment you realize: you've arrived.
King Of The Urban Wilderness
The streets are his domain. He conquers with a look, his aura spreading respect in equal measure. He's carved his path from the foundations up, making Trapstar a trail of determination. They call him The Godfather, but he just is known as King.
His empire reaches from the {seedyheart of the city's core. He knows every corner, every transaction.
He's above 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 domain.
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 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 unbelievable.
That Trap Anthem
It's the hype, got it? This ain't no regular track, bro. It's straight heat, thumpin' through your speakers. We talkin' bars that'll blow you away. This song is for the hustlers, the ones who make it happen. You sportin' that street life with every beat. So turn it up and let this vibe take over.