Yo, it's a wild ride this ain't 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|ready to handle anything.
Life in the trap, it's {a hustle|a grind, but we makin' Trapstar it work.
We got our own rules and we stick to 'em.
- Respect is key
- Loyalty is everything
- 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 no lookin' back.
Diamonds On My Wrist, Blood In My Drip
Straight up, ain't nothin' basic 'bout this life. I got rocks on my wrist, makin' waves. 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 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 evolving.
Hittin' That Gas Pedal, No Limit Burnin' Rubber, Full Throttle
There's nothin' like that adrenaline rush when you floor 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 livin'!. 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 sense there's nothin' left in the tank? That's the moment you realize: you've arrived.
King Of The Concrete Jungle
The streets are his territory. He rules with a stare, his presence instilling respect in equal measure. He's forged his path from the bottom up, making a legacy of grit. They call him The Godfather, but he just calls himself King.
His empire reaches from the {seedyheart of the city's core. He knows every alley, every deal.
He's more than just a gangster; he's a icon of the {city's{ soul, a manifestation 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 visions come true. The world is full of challenges, but you gotta stay focused and never give up. It ain't gonna be easy, but, when you make it happen, the feeling is unbelievable.
The Trap Star Anthem
It's the vibe, understand? This ain't no basic track, fam. It's straight heat, pumping through your speakers. We talkin' lyrics that'll school you. This banger is for the winners, the ones who make it happen. You sportin' that boss mentality with every drop. So turn it up and let this vibe take control.