Yo, it's a wild ride that's what the trap.
Music is poppin' hard and you gotta move to {it|the vibe. These streets they ain't for click here {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 code and we stick to 'em.
- Respect is key
- You gotta ride or die
- Gotta watch your back, you never know who's real
It's a crazy life but it's the only one we {know|got. We makin' our own path and no lookin' 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' 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 hesitation about that. Every scar, every mark tells a story, a testament to my resilience. They say diamonds are forever, but this life? This life is ever-changing, always moving forward.
Hittin' That Gas Pedal, No Limit Jammin' on the Accelerator
There's nothin' like that adrenaline rush when you hit that gas pedal and blast forward. The wind rushin' 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: it's all worth it.
Overlord Of The Cityscape
The streets are his territory. He rules with a look, his presence commanding fear in equal measure. He's built his path from the bottom up, making a legacy of grit. They call him The Godfather, but he just goes by King.
His territory sprawls from the {seedyhighest towers. He knows every corner, every deal.
He's beyond just a leader; he's a emblem of the {city's{ soul, a avatar 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 put in that time every single day to see your visions come true. The world is full of hurdles, but you gotta keep goin' and never quit. It ain't gonna be easy, tho, when you stack that paper, the feeling is worth it.
The Trap Star Anthem
It's the hype, got it? This ain't no basic track, bro. It's straight heat, pumping through your headphones. We talkin' bars that'll school you. This banger is for the winners, the ones who make it happen. You sportin' that street life with every drop. crank it loud and let this vibe take you.