Yo, it's a wild ride out here in the trap.
The bass be thumpin' 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|tough 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 hard life but it's the only one we {know|have. 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' subtle '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 realness, blood in my drip, a reminder of where I come from.
I fought to the top, ain't no question about that. Every scar, every mark tells a story, a testament to my Trapstar grit. They say diamonds are forever, but this life? This life is ever-changing, always moving forward.
Hittin' That Gas Pedal, No Limit Pushin' the Limits, Wide Open
There's nothin' like that adrenaline rush when you hit that gas pedal and shoot forward. The wind whippin' 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 enjoying the ride. 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: this is it.
King Of The Urban Wilderness
The streets are his kingdom. He navigates with a glance, his aura spreading fear in equal measure. He's forged his path from the bottom up, leaving a mark of determination. They call him Big Boss, but he just goes by King.
His territory reaches from the {seedy underbelly to the glitzy. He knows every corner, every transaction.
He's beyond just a gangster; he's a symbol of the {city's{ soul, a reflection of its hidden depths. He's King and this is his urban kingdom.
Chasin' Paper, Livin' 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 obstacles, but you gotta keep goin' and never give up. It ain't gonna be easy, but, when you make it happen, the feeling is top tier.
The Trap Star Anthem
It's the vibe, got it? This ain't no average track, bro. It's straight lit, thumpin' through your sound system. We talkin' bars that'll school you. This anthem is for the grindin', the ones who come alive. You reppin' that boss mentality with every beat. crank it loud and let this vibe take you.