Yo, it's a wild ride that's what the trap.
Music is poppin' 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|ready to handle anything.
Life in the trap, it's {a hustle|a grind, 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 hard 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 this life. I got rocks on my wrist, makin' waves. 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 climbed to the top, ain't no doubt 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 growing.
Hittin' That Gas Pedal, No Limit Burnin' Rubber, Full Throttle
There's nothin' like that adrenaline rush when you slam that gas pedal and shoot forward. The wind flowin' past your ears, the engine thrumming. 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 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 territory. He rules with a glance, his vibe instilling awe in equal measure. He's forged his path from the foundations up, making a legacy of willpower. They call him The Godfather, but he just calls himself King.
His territory reaches from the {seedyheart of the city's core. He knows every street, every secret.
He's beyond just a figurehead; he's a emblem of the {city's{ soul, a avatar of its undercurrents. He's King and this is his urban kingdom.
Chasin' Paper, Chasin' Dreams
It ain't about the flash, it's about the grind. You gotta hustle every single day to see your visions come true. The world is full of hurdles, but you gotta stay focused and never give up. It ain't gonna be check here easy, tho, when you make it happen, the feeling is worth it.
The Trap Star Anthem
It's the hype, you feel me? This ain't no average track, fam. It's straight fire, thumpin' through your headphones. We talkin' lyrics that'll school you. This anthem is for the winners, the ones who make it happen. You sportin' that trap star with every drop. crank it loud and let this Anthem take you.