Yo, it's a wild ride this ain't 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|a grind, 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 intense life but it's the only one we {know|have. We makin' our own path and no lookin' back.
Diamonds On My Wrist, Blood In My Drip
Straight up, ain't nothin' simple 'bout this life. I got bling on my wrist, makin' noise. 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 question about that. Every scar, every mark tells a story, a testament to my grit. They say diamonds are forever, but read more this life? This life is ever-changing, always evolving.
Hittin' That Gas Pedal, No Limit
There's nothin' like that adrenaline rush when you hit that gas pedal and zoom forward. The wind whippin' past your ears, the engine screamin'. 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 {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 know there's nothin' left in the tank? That's the moment you realize: it's all worth it.
Ruler Of The Concrete Jungle
The streets are his territory. He conquers with a look, his presence commanding awe in equal measure. He's carved his path from the ground up, paving a trail of grit. They call him Apex Predator, but he just goes by King.
His territory sprawls from the {seedyhighest towers. He knows every alley, every deal.
He's beyond just a leader; he's a symbol of the {city's{ soul, a avatar of its hidden depths. 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 put in that time every single day to see your visions come true. The world is full of obstacles, but you gotta stay focused and never stop. It ain't gonna be easy, tho, when you stack that paper, the feeling is top tier.
The Trap Star Anthem
It's the hype, you feel me? This ain't no basic track, fam. It's straight fire, thumpin' through your speakers. We talkin' flow that'll knock you out. This banger is for the hustlers, the ones who rise to the top. You sportin' that trap star with every drop. blast it and let this vibe take control.