Ridin' Through The Trap Blastin' Through The Streets
Yo, it's a wild ride this ain't the trap. Trapstar
The bass be thumpin' hard and you gotta move to {it| that sound. 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 ways 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|got. 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' simple 'bout this life. I got bling 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 facts, 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 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 screamin'. 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 enjoying the ride. 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 feel there's nothin' left in the tank? That's the moment you realize: you've arrived.
Overlord Of The Cityscape
The streets are his territory. He conquers with a look, his presence instilling fear in equal measure. He's built his path from the bottom up, leaving a legacy of grit. They call him The Godfather, but he just calls himself King.
His territory reaches from the {seedyhighest towers. He knows every corner, every secret.
He's more than just a gangster; he's a emblem of the {city's{ soul, a manifestation of its dark side. He's King and this is his urban kingdom.
Stackin' Paper, Livin' 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 challenges, but you gotta push through 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, understand? This ain't no basic track, fam. It's straight fire, pumping through your sound system. We talkin' lyrics that'll school you. This anthem is for the hustlers, the ones who rise to the top. You sportin' that boss mentality with every drop. crank it loud and let this track take control.