Ridin' Through The Trap Blastin' Through The Streets
Yo, it's a wild ride that's read more what the trap.
The beat is droppin' hard and you gotta move to {it|the vibe. 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 code 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|have. We makin' our own path and no lookin' back.
Diamonds On My Wrist, Blood In My Drip
Straight up, ain't nothin' subtle 'bout this life. I got bling on my wrist, makin' statements. But it ain't all glitz and glam, nah, there's struggle in every step I take. That's the facts, 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 moving forward.
Hittin' That Gas Pedal, No Limit Burnin' Rubber, Full Throttle
There's nothin' like that adrenaline rush when you floor that gas pedal and blast forward. The wind whippin' 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 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.
King Of The Concrete Jungle
The streets are his kingdom. He conquers with a look, his presence spreading respect in equal measure. He's built his path from the bottom up, making a mark of grit. They call him The Godfather, but he just goes by King.
His sphere sprawls from the {seedyhighest towers. He knows every alley, every transaction.
He's more than just a leader; he's a emblem of the {city's{ soul, a avatar of its dark side. He's King and this is his domain.
Rollin' Paper, Chasin' Dreams
It ain't about the flash, it's about the grind. You gotta work hard every single day to see your dreams come true. The world is full of hurdles, but you gotta push through and never give up. It ain't gonna be easy, but, when you achieve your goals, the feeling is unbelievable.
Trapstar Anthem
It's the hype, you feel me? This ain't no regular track, man. It's straight fire, pumping through your speakers. We talkin' bars that'll knock you out. This anthem is for the winners, the ones who come alive. You showin' that trap star with every drop. blast it and let this track take you.