Yo, it's a wild ride out here in the trap.
Music is poppin' 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|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 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' statements. But it ain't all glitz and glam, nah, there's struggle in every step I Trapstar take. That's the truth, 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 resilience. 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 floor that gas pedal and zoom forward. The wind whippin' past your ears, the engine thrumming. It's a feeling of pure exhilaration. 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 {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: you've arrived.
Ruler Of The Cityscape
The streets are his territory. He conquers with a stare, his aura spreading fear in equal measure. He's carved his path from the foundations up, leaving a legacy of grit. They call him The Godfather, but he just goes by King.
His empire sprawls from the {seedyheart of the city's core. He knows every alley, every deal.
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.
Rollin' Paper, Chasin' 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 obstacles, but you gotta push through and never give up. It ain't gonna be easy, y'know, when you make it happen, the feeling is worth it.
The Trap Star Anthem
It's the hype, understand? This ain't no regular track, man. It's straight lit, bangin' through your headphones. We talkin' bars that'll knock you out. This banger is for the winners, the ones who make it happen. You showin' that trap star with every drop. crank it loud and let this Anthem take you.