Yo, it's a wild ride that's what 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|the weak. 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 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 hard life but it's the only 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' basic 'bout this life. I got rocks 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 truth, 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 evolving.
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 shoot forward. The wind whippin' past your ears, the engine roarin'. 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 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 feel there's nothin' left in the tank? That's the moment you realize: it's all worth it.
King Of The Urban Wilderness
The streets are his territory. He rules with a stare, his vibe spreading awe in equal measure. He's forged his path from the bottom up, paving a mark read more of willpower. They call him Big Boss, but he just calls himself King.
His sphere stretches from the {seedyheart of the city's core. He knows every corner, every secret.
He's beyond just a leader; he's a icon of the {city's{ soul, a reflection of its undercurrents. He's King and this is his domain.
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 goals come true. The world is full of challenges, but you gotta stay focused and never stop. It ain't gonna be easy, y'know, when you stack that paper, the feeling is unbelievable.
The Trap Star Anthem
It's the hype, you feel me? This ain't no regular track, bro. It's straight heat, pumping through your sound system. We talkin' bars that'll knock you out. This song is for the hustlers, the ones who rise to the top. You sportin' that trap star with every beat. So turn it up and let this vibe take control.