Ridin' Through The Trap Cruisin' Through The Hood
Yo, it's a wild ride this ain't the trap.
The bass be thumpin' hard and you gotta move to {it| that sound. 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 hard life but it's the only one we {know|got. We makin' our own path more info and no lookin' back.
Diamonds On My Wrist, Blood In My Drip
Straight up, ain't nothin' subtle 'bout this life. I got diamonds on my wrist, makin' waves. But it ain't all glitz and glam, nah, there's struggle in every step I take. That's the truth, blood in my drip, a reminder of where I come from.
I rose 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 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 whippin' past your ears, the engine screamin'. 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 living life to the fullest. 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 know there's nothin' left in the tank? That's the moment you realize: it's all worth it.
Ruler Of The Concrete Jungle
The streets are his domain. He rules with a look, his vibe spreading respect in equal measure. He's built his path from the bottom up, paving a legacy of willpower. They call him Big Boss, but he just calls himself King.
His territory stretches from the {seedyhighest towers. He knows every street, every secret.
He's above just a figurehead; he's a emblem of the {city's{ soul, a reflection of its undercurrents. He's King and this is his concrete jungle.
Chasin' Paper, Livin' Dreams
It ain't about the flash, it's about the grind. You gotta work hard every single day to see your visions come true. The world is full of challenges, but you gotta stay focused and never quit. It ain't gonna be easy, y'know, when you stack that paper, the feeling is worth it.
Trapstar Anthem
It's the buzz, understand? This ain't no regular track, man. It's straight lit, thumpin' through your sound system. We talkin' bars that'll knock you out. This song is for the hustlers, the ones who make it happen. You sportin' that street life with every drop. So turn it up and let this track take over.