Ridin' Through The Trap Blastin' Through The Streets
Yo, it's more info a wild ride that's what 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|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|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 diamonds on my wrist, makin' waves. But it ain't all glitz and glam, nah, there's hustle 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 growing.
Hittin' That Gas Pedal, No Limit
There's nothin' like that adrenaline rush when you hit that gas pedal and blast forward. The wind flowin' 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 it reckless, but we call it enjoying the ride. We're not afraid to {pushour limits 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 Concrete Jungle
The streets are his kingdom. He navigates with a glance, his presence commanding fear in equal measure. He's forged his path from the foundations up, making a legacy of willpower. They call him Apex Predator, but he just goes by King.
His empire sprawls from the {seedy underbelly to the glitzy. He knows every corner, every secret.
He's beyond just a leader; he's a emblem of the {city's{ soul, a reflection of its undercurrents. He's King and this is his domain.
Chasin' Paper, Chasin' Dreams
It ain't about the flash, it's about the grind. You gotta hustle every single day to see your dreams come true. The world is full of challenges, but you gotta keep goin' and never quit. It ain't gonna be easy, but, when you make it happen, the feeling is top tier.
Trapstar Anthem
It's the hype, understand? This ain't no basic track, bro. It's straight heat, pumping through your sound system. We talkin' bars that'll school you. This anthem is for the grindin', the ones who rise to the top. You showin' that trap star with every bass line. So turn it up and let this vibe take you.