Ridin' Through The Trap Blastin' Through The Streets
Yo, it's a wild ride out here in 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|tough to handle anything.
Life in the trap, it's {a hustle|a grind, but we makin' it work.
We got our own code 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 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' subtle 'bout this life. I got bling on my wrist, makin' waves. But it ain't all glitz and glam, nah, there's hustle in every step I take. That's the realness, 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 grit. 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 floor that gas pedal and zoom forward. The wind rushin' past your ears, the engine roarin'. 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 living life to the fullest. 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 know there's nothin' left in the tank? That's the moment you realize: you've arrived.
Ruler Of The Urban Wilderness
The streets are his territory. He rules with a look, his aura spreading respect in equal measure. He's carved his path from the ground up, leaving a legacy of willpower. They call him Big Boss, but he just calls himself King.
His territory reaches from the {seedy underbelly to the glitzy. He knows every corner, every deal.
He's beyond just a figurehead; he's a symbol of the {city's{ soul, a reflection of its dark side. He's King and this is his urban kingdom.
Rollin' Paper, Livin' Dreams
It ain't about the glamour, it's about the grind. You gotta hustle every single day to see your goals come true. The world is full of obstacles, but you gotta push through and never quit. It ain't gonna be easy, tho, when you achieve your goals, the feeling is top tier.
Trapstar Anthem
It's the vibe, understand? This ain't no regular track, fam. It's straight heat, thumpin' through your speakers. We talkin' bars that'll blow you away. This song is for the winners, the ones who make it happen. You showin' that street life with every drop. blast it and let this Anthem take Trapstar control.