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| those who scared. You gotta be {street smart|ready to handle anything.
Life in the trap, it's {a hustle|a grind, 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 crazy life but it's the only Trapstar one we {know|got. We makin' our own path and 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' noise. 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 doubt 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 Jammin' on the Accelerator
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 power. 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 {pushour limits 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.
King Of The Concrete Jungle
The streets are his kingdom. He navigates with a look, his presence instilling respect in equal measure. He's carved his path from the foundations up, making a legacy of grit. They call him Apex Predator, but he just calls himself King.
His territory sprawls from the {seedy underbelly to the glitzy. He knows every corner, every secret.
He's above just a leader; he's a emblem of the {city's{ soul, a manifestation of its dark side. He's King and this is his concrete jungle.
Stackin' Paper, Chasin' Dreams
It ain't about the shine, 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 give up. It ain't gonna be easy, y'know, when you make it happen, the feeling is worth it.
That Trap Anthem
It's the buzz, you feel me? This ain't no basic track, bro. It's straight fire, bangin' through your sound system. We talkin' lyrics that'll blow you away. This banger is for the grindin', the ones who come alive. You reppin' that boss mentality with every drop. crank it loud and let this Anthem take control.