Yo, it's a wild ride this ain't the trap.
Music is poppin' hard and you gotta move to {it| that sound. These streets they ain't for {the faint of heart|the weak. You gotta be Trapstar {street smart|ready 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
- Loyalty is everything
- 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 it ain't no turning back.
Diamonds On My Wrist, Blood In My Drip
Straight up, ain't nothin' basic 'bout this life. I got bling on my wrist, makin' noise. But it ain't all glitz and glam, nah, there's grind in every step I take. That's the realness, 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 determination. They say diamonds are forever, but this life? This life is ever-changing, always growing.
Hittin' That Gas Pedal, No Limit Jammin' on the Accelerator
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 power. 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 envelope 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: it's all worth it.
Ruler Of The Urban Wilderness
The streets are his domain. He conquers with a look, his presence spreading respect in equal measure. He's forged his path from the foundations up, making a trail of determination. They call him The Godfather, but he just is known as King.
His territory sprawls from the {seedyheart of the city's core. He knows every alley, every deal.
He's beyond just a gangster; he's a symbol of the {city's{ soul, a manifestation of its dark side. He's King and this is his domain.
Stackin' Paper, Livin' Dreams
It ain't about the shine, it's about the grind. You gotta hustle every single day to see your dreams come true. The world is full of obstacles, but you gotta push through and never stop. It ain't gonna be easy, tho, when you make it happen, the feeling is top tier.
Trapstar Anthem
It's the vibe, understand? This ain't no basic track, bro. It's straight heat, pumping through your headphones. We talkin' flow that'll knock you out. This anthem is for the hustlers, the ones who rise to the top. You showin' that trap star with every beat. So turn it up and let this vibe take you.