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 get more info 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 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 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 diamonds 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 hesitation about that. Every scar, every mark tells a story, a testament to my grit. They say diamonds are forever, but this life? This life is ever-changing, always growing.
Hittin' That Gas Pedal, No Limit Pushin' the Limits, Wide Open
There's nothin' like that adrenaline rush when you floor that gas pedal and zoom forward. The wind flowin' 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 know 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 domain. He conquers with a stare, his presence instilling awe in equal measure. He's carved his path from the ground up, making a legacy of willpower. They call him Big Boss, but he just goes by King.
His empire sprawls from the {seedyheart of the city's core. He knows every street, every secret.
He's above just a figurehead; he's a symbol of the {city's{ soul, a avatar of its undercurrents. He's King and this is his concrete jungle.
Chasin' Paper, Chasin' Dreams
It ain't about the shine, it's about the grind. You gotta put in that time every single day to see your dreams come true. The world is full of challenges, but you gotta keep goin' and never stop. It ain't gonna be easy, but, when you achieve your goals, the feeling is unbelievable.
The Trap Star Anthem
It's the buzz, you feel me? This ain't no basic track, bro. It's straight fire, thumpin' through your headphones. We talkin' bars that'll school you. This anthem is for the hustlers, the ones who rise to the top. You showin' that trap star with every bass line. crank it loud and let this vibe take you.