Ridin' Through The Trap Blastin' Through The Streets
Yo, it's a wild ride this ain't the trap.
The beat is droppin' 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|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 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 website got diamonds 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 realness, 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 growing.
Hittin' That Gas Pedal, No Limit Jammin' on the Accelerator
There's nothin' like that adrenaline rush when you hit that gas pedal and zoom forward. The wind rushin' past your ears, the engine screamin'. 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 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 sense there's nothin' left in the tank? That's the moment you realize: this is it.
King Of The Urban Wilderness
The streets are his territory. He navigates with a stare, his vibe spreading fear in equal measure. He's carved his path from the ground up, paving a legacy of determination. They call him Big Boss, but he just is known as King.
His sphere stretches from the {seedy underbelly to the glitzy. He knows every street, every secret.
He's above just a leader; he's a icon of the {city's{ soul, a avatar of its undercurrents. He's King and this is his concrete jungle.
Chasin' Paper, Livin' Dreams
It ain't about the glamour, 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 hurdles, but you gotta stay focused and never give up. It ain't gonna be easy, y'know, when you achieve your goals, the feeling is top tier.
The Trap Star Anthem
It's the hype, understand? This ain't no regular track, man. It's straight heat, thumpin' through your sound system. We talkin' lyrics that'll knock you out. This song is for the hustlers, the ones who rise to the top. You reppin' that trap star with every drop. So turn it up and let this vibe take you.