Yo, it's a wild ride out here in the trap.
Music is poppin' hard and you gotta move to {it|the vibe. 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 ways and we stick to 'em.
- Respect is key
- Loyalty is everything
- 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' simple 'bout this life. I got diamonds on my wrist, makin' statements. But it ain't all glitz and glam, nah, there's grind in every step I take. That's the facts, 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 grit. 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 blast forward. The wind whippin' past your ears, the engine screamin'. 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 livin'!. 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 sense there's nothin' left in the tank? That's the moment you realize: you've Trapstar arrived.
Overlord Of The Concrete Jungle
The streets are his domain. He conquers with a look, his vibe instilling respect in equal measure. He's built his path from the foundations up, paving a legacy of determination. They call him Big Boss, but he just goes by King.
His empire reaches from the {seedy underbelly to the glitzy. He knows every alley, every deal.
He's more than just a leader; he's a icon of the {city's{ soul, a reflection of its dark side. He's King and this is his urban kingdom.
Stackin' Paper, Livin' 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 obstacles, but you gotta keep goin' and never quit. It ain't gonna be easy, but, when you stack that paper, the feeling is unbelievable.
That Trap Anthem
It's the vibe, got it? This ain't no average track, bro. It's straight fire, bangin' through your speakers. We talkin' flow that'll blow you away. This song is for the winners, the ones who come alive. You reppin' that street life with every drop. So turn it up and let this track take control.