Yo, it's a wild ride out here in 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 {street smart|tough to handle anything.
Life in the trap, it's {a hustle|a grind, 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|have. We makin' our own path and we ain't stoppin'.
Diamonds On My Wrist, Blood In My Drip
Straight up, ain't nothin' basic 'bout this life. I got diamonds on my wrist, makin' noise. 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 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 moving forward.
Hittin' That Gas Pedal, No Limit
There's nothin' like that adrenaline rush when you hit that gas pedal and shoot forward. The wind flowin' 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 livin'!. 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 feel there's nothin' left in the tank? That's the moment you realize: it's all worth it.
King Of The Concrete Jungle
The streets are his territory. He rules with a stare, his vibe commanding respect in equal measure. He's built his path from the foundations up, making a legacy of willpower. They call him The Godfather, but he just is known as King.
His territory reaches from the {seedyhighest towers. He knows every corner, every transaction.
He's beyond just a leader; he's a emblem of the {city's{ soul, a manifestation of its undercurrents. He's King and this is his concrete jungle.
Chasin' Paper, Livin' Dreams
It ain't about the shine, it's about the grind. You gotta hustle every single day to see your goals come true. The world is full of hurdles, but you gotta push through and never give up. It ain't gonna be easy, y'know, when you stack that paper, the feeling is unbelievable.
The Trap Star Anthem
It's the buzz, got it? This ain't no regular track, man. It's straight lit, thumpin' through your headphones. We talkin' flow that'll school you. This song is for the winners, the ones who rise to website the top. You reppin' that trap star with every drop. So turn it up and let this track take you.