Yo, it's a wild ride that's what the trap.
The beat is droppin' 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 ways 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 Trapstar 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 rocks 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 climbed to the top, ain't no question 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 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 shoot forward. The wind rushin' past your ears, the engine thrumming. 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 living life to the fullest. We're not afraid to {pushthe boundaries 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: it's all worth it.
King Of The Cityscape
The streets are his domain. He navigates with a look, his vibe commanding respect in equal measure. He's built his path from the bottom up, leaving a trail of grit. They call him Apex Predator, but he just is known as King.
His empire reaches from the {seedyheart of the city's core. He knows every alley, every secret.
He's more than just a figurehead; he's a emblem of the {city's{ soul, a reflection of its hidden depths. He's King and this is his concrete jungle.
Stackin' Paper, Fulfillin' Dreams
It ain't about the glamour, 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 challenges, but you gotta push through and never quit. It ain't gonna be easy, but, when you make it happen, the feeling is unbelievable.
The Trap Star Anthem
It's the buzz, understand? This ain't no regular track, man. It's straight heat, bangin' through your headphones. We talkin' lyrics that'll knock you out. This banger is for the hustlers, the ones who make it happen. You showin' that boss mentality with every drop. blast it and let this vibe take you.