Yo, it's a wild ride this ain't the trap.
The bass be thumpin' 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 ways 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 crazy 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' simple 'bout this life. I got bling on my wrist, makin' statements. 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 doubt about that. Every scar, every mark tells a story, a testament to my resilience. They say diamonds are forever, but this life? This life is ever-changing, always evolving.
Hittin' That Gas Pedal, No Limit
There's nothin' like that adrenaline rush when you slam that gas pedal and zoom forward. The wind whippin' 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 {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: you've arrived.
Overlord Of The Urban Wilderness
The streets are his domain. He conquers with a glance, his vibe spreading respect in equal measure. He's carved his path from the foundations up, making a legacy of willpower. They call him The Godfather, but he just calls himself King.
His sphere sprawls from the {seedyheart of the city's core. He knows every corner, every deal.
He's beyond just a gangster; he's a icon of the {city's{ soul, a reflection of its hidden depths. He's King and this is his urban kingdom.
Rollin' Paper, Chasin' Dreams
It ain't about the flash, it's about the grind. You gotta put in that time every single day to see your dreams come true. The world is full of obstacles, but you gotta keep goin' and never give up. It ain't gonna be easy, y'know, when you stack that paper, the feeling is worth it.
Trapstar Anthem
It's the vibe, understand? This ain't no regular track, bro. It's straight fire, pumping through your speakers. We talkin' bars that'll blow you away. This song is for the hustlers, the ones who come alive. You sportin' that trap star with every bass line. So turn it up and let read more this Anthem take control.