Yo, it's a wild ride this ain't the trap.
The beat is droppin' hard and you gotta move to {it| that sound. These streets they ain't for {the faint of heart| those who scared. You gotta be {street smart|ready to handle anything.
Life in the trap, it's {a hustle|a grind, but we makin' read more it work.
We got our own code 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 no lookin' back.
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 truth, blood in my drip, a reminder of where I come from.
I rose 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 growing.
Hittin' That Gas Pedal, No Limit
There's nothin' like that adrenaline rush when you floor that gas pedal and zoom forward. The wind whippin' past your ears, the engine thrumming. 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 {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: it's all worth it.
Ruler Of The Cityscape
The streets are his territory. He navigates with a glance, his presence instilling fear in equal measure. He's forged his path from the foundations up, making a mark of grit. They call him The Godfather, but he just calls himself King.
His territory stretches from the {seedy underbelly to the glitzy. He knows every alley, every secret.
He's above just a figurehead; he's a symbol of the {city's{ soul, a manifestation of its undercurrents. He's King and this is his urban kingdom.
Stackin' Paper, Fulfillin' Dreams
It ain't about the flash, it's about the grind. You gotta work hard every single day to see your dreams come true. The world is full of challenges, but you gotta keep goin' and never give up. It ain't gonna be easy, tho, when you stack that paper, the feeling is top tier.
The Trap Star Anthem
It's the vibe, got it? This ain't no average track, fam. It's straight heat, pumping through your headphones. We talkin' lyrics that'll blow you away. This banger is for the hustlers, the ones who come alive. You showin' that trap star with every drop. crank it loud and let this Anthem take over.