Yo, it's a wild ride that's what the trap.
Music is poppin' 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 intense 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 rocks on my wrist, makin' statements. But it ain't all glitz and glam, nah, there's grind in every step I take. That's the truth, blood in my drip, a reminder of where I come from.
I fought to the top, ain't no hesitation 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 Jammin' on the Accelerator
There's nothin' like that adrenaline rush when you slam that gas pedal and shoot forward. The wind rushin' past your ears, the engine thrumming. 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 know there's nothin' left in the tank? That's the moment you realize: here it's all worth it.
King Of The Cityscape
The streets are his domain. He navigates with a look, his vibe commanding fear in equal measure. He's forged his path from the bottom up, leaving a legacy of grit. They call him Big Boss, but he just is known as King.
His empire sprawls from the {seedy underbelly to the glitzy. He knows every corner, every transaction.
He's more than just a gangster; he's a emblem of the {city's{ soul, a manifestation of its undercurrents. He's King and this is his urban kingdom.
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 challenges, but you gotta stay focused and never give up. It ain't gonna be easy, but, when you make it happen, the feeling is worth it.
The Trap Star Anthem
It's the buzz, understand? This ain't no regular track, fam. It's straight fire, bangin' through your headphones. We talkin' flow that'll blow you away. This anthem is for the winners, the ones who come alive. You reppin' that boss mentality with every drop. crank it loud and let this vibe take you.