Ridin' Through The Trap
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|constant struggle, but we makin' it work.
We got our own code 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 Trapstar it ain't no turning back.
Diamonds On My Wrist, Blood In My Drip
Straight up, ain't nothin' subtle '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 rose to the top, ain't no hesitation 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 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 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 feel there's nothin' left in the tank? That's the moment you realize: you've arrived.
Ruler Of The Cityscape
The streets are his kingdom. He conquers with a stare, his presence instilling respect in equal measure. He's carved his path from the bottom up, leaving a trail of grit. They call him The Godfather, but he just goes by King.
His empire sprawls from the {seedy underbelly to the glitzy. He knows every street, every secret.
He's beyond just a figurehead; he's a emblem of the {city's{ soul, a manifestation of its dark side. He's King and this is his urban kingdom.
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 obstacles, but you gotta stay focused and never give up. It ain't gonna be easy, tho, when you stack that paper, the feeling is worth it.
Trapstar Anthem
It's the vibe, you feel me? This ain't no regular track, bro. It's straight heat, bangin' through your sound system. We talkin' lyrics that'll knock you out. This song is for the winners, the ones who make it happen. You reppin' that street life with every bass line. crank it loud and let this Anthem take over.