Ridin' Through The Trap Blastin' Through The Streets
Yo, it's a wild ride that's what 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|the weak. You gotta be {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
- Family over fame
- Gotta watch your back, you never know who's real
It's a intense life but Trapstar 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 hustle 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 question 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 moving forward.
Hittin' That Gas Pedal, No Limit Burnin' Rubber, Full Throttle
There's nothin' like that adrenaline rush when you slam that gas pedal and zoom forward. The wind flowin' past your ears, the engine thrumming. It's a feeling of pure freedom. No traffic lights, no speed limits, just you and the open road. Some folks might call it reckless, but we call it living life to the fullest. 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 know there's nothin' left in the tank? That's the moment you realize: you've arrived.
King Of The Cityscape
The streets are his territory. He rules with a look, his presence instilling fear in equal measure. He's carved his path from the bottom up, making a trail of willpower. They call him The Godfather, but he just calls himself King.
His territory reaches from the {seedy underbelly to the glitzy. He knows every alley, every deal.
He's above just a figurehead; he's a icon of the {city's{ soul, a avatar of its undercurrents. He's King and this is his domain.
Chasin' Paper, Livin' Dreams
It ain't about the shine, 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 push through and never give up. It ain't gonna be easy, y'know, when you stack that paper, the feeling is worth it.
The Trap Star Anthem
It's the vibe, you feel me? This ain't no regular track, fam. It's straight lit, bangin' through your sound system. We talkin' bars that'll knock you out. This anthem is for the grindin', the ones who rise to the top. You showin' that trap star with every beat. So turn it up and let this Anthem take you.