Yo, it's a wild ride out here in the trap.
Music is poppin' 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|tough to handle anything.
Life in the trap, it's {a hustle|constant struggle, 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|have. 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' basic 'bout this life. I got diamonds on my wrist, makin' statements. But it ain't all glitz and glam, nah, there's struggle in every step I take. That's the realness, blood in my drip, a reminder of where I come from.
I rose 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 slam that gas pedal and shoot forward. The wind whippin' past your ears, the engine screamin'. It's a feeling of pure freedom. No traffic lights, no speed limits, just you and the open road. Some folks might call Trapstar 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 sense there's nothin' left in the tank? That's the moment you realize: this is it.
King Of The Concrete Jungle
The streets are his domain. He rules with a stare, his vibe commanding awe in equal measure. He's built his path from the foundations up, paving a trail of willpower. They call him Apex Predator, but he just goes by King.
His empire reaches from the {seedy underbelly to the glitzy. He knows every alley, every secret.
He's above just a leader; he's a symbol of the {city's{ soul, a reflection of its hidden depths. He's King and this is his concrete jungle.
Stackin' Paper, Livin' Dreams
It ain't about the shine, it's about the grind. You gotta work hard every single day to see your dreams come true. The world is full of obstacles, but you gotta stay focused and never stop. It ain't gonna be easy, y'know, when you stack that paper, the feeling is top tier.
That Trap Anthem
It's the hype, understand? This ain't no regular track, bro. It's straight lit, thumpin' through your speakers. We talkin' lyrics that'll school you. This anthem is for the winners, the ones who make it happen. You sportin' that street life with every drop. blast it and let this track take over.