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|tough 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
- You gotta ride or die
- Gotta watch your back, you never know who's real
It's a crazy 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' subtle 'bout this life. I got bling on my wrist, makin' statements. But it ain't all glitz and glam, nah, there's hustle in every step I take. That's the facts, 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 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 roarin'. It's a feeling of pure power. 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 sense there's nothin' left in the tank? That's the moment you realize: this is it.
Overlord Of The Urban Wilderness
The streets are his territory. He rules with a stare, his vibe spreading fear in equal measure. He's carved his path from the website ground up, leaving a trail of determination. They call him Apex Predator, but he just is known as King.
His empire sprawls from the {seedy underbelly to the glitzy. He knows every corner, every secret.
He's above just a figurehead; he's a icon of the {city's{ soul, a avatar of its undercurrents. He's King and this is his urban kingdom.
Chasin' 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 hurdles, but you gotta push through and never give up. It ain't gonna be easy, but, when you stack that paper, the feeling is worth it.
Trapstar Anthem
It's the hype, got it? This ain't no basic track, bro. It's straight lit, pumping through your sound system. We talkin' bars that'll school you. This banger is for the grindin', the ones who make it happen. You reppin' that street life with every bass line. blast it and let this vibe take control.