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| 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|constant struggle, but we makin' it work.
We got our own code and we stick Trapstar to 'em.
- Respect is key
- You gotta ride or die
- Gotta watch your back, you never know who's real
It's a intense life but it's the only one we {know|have. 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 struggle 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 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 shoot forward. The wind rushin' past your ears, the engine roarin'. It's a feeling of pure exhilaration. 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 {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.
Ruler Of The Cityscape
The streets are his territory. He navigates with a look, his vibe spreading respect in equal measure. He's built his path from the ground up, leaving a legacy of determination. They call him Apex Predator, but he just calls himself King.
His territory reaches from the {seedyhighest towers. He knows every corner, every secret.
He's above just a figurehead; he's a emblem of the {city's{ soul, a reflection of its dark side. He's King and this is his domain.
Stackin' 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 challenges, but you gotta push through and never quit. It ain't gonna be easy, tho, when you achieve your goals, the feeling is unbelievable.
That Trap Anthem
It's the vibe, you feel me? This ain't no average track, bro. It's straight heat, thumpin' through your sound system. We talkin' flow that'll school you. This song is for the winners, the ones who make it happen. You reppin' that trap star with every drop. So turn it up and let this Anthem take you.