Ridin' Through The Trap
Yo, it's a wild ride this ain't 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| 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
- Loyalty is everything
- 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 check here 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 facts, blood in my drip, a reminder of where I come from.
I rose to the top, ain't no hesitation 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 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 zoom forward. The wind flowin' 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 {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 know there's nothin' left in the tank? That's the moment you realize: this is it.
Ruler Of The Urban Wilderness
The streets are his kingdom. He conquers with a glance, his vibe commanding awe in equal measure. He's carved his path from the ground up, paving a trail of determination. They call him Big Boss, but he just calls himself King.
His territory sprawls from the {seedy underbelly to the glitzy. He knows every alley, every deal.
He's beyond just a leader; he's a symbol of the {city's{ soul, a avatar of its undercurrents. He's King and this is his concrete jungle.
Chasin' Paper, Fulfillin' Dreams
It ain't about the shine, 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 obstacles, but you gotta keep goin' and never give up. It ain't gonna be easy, tho, when you achieve your goals, the feeling is worth it.
Trapstar Anthem
It's the hype, understand? This ain't no basic track, fam. It's straight lit, thumpin' through your speakers. We talkin' flow that'll school you. This song is for the hustlers, the ones who rise to the top. You reppin' that street life with every drop. So turn it up and let this track take over.