Yo, it's a wild ride this ain't the trap.
Music is poppin' hard and you gotta move to {it|the vibe. 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 ways 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|have. We makin' our own path and it ain't no turning back.
Diamonds On My Wrist, Blood In My Drip
Straight up, ain't nothin' subtle 'bout this life. I got diamonds 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 truth, 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 read more mark tells a story, a testament to my resilience. 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 blast 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 livin'!. 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 know there's nothin' left in the tank? That's the moment you realize: you've arrived.
Ruler Of The Urban Wilderness
The streets are his domain. He conquers with a look, his vibe commanding awe in equal measure. He's built his path from the ground up, leaving a mark of determination. They call him Big Boss, but he just goes by King.
His empire reaches from the {seedyhighest towers. He knows every corner, every secret.
He's more than just a figurehead; he's a icon of the {city's{ soul, a reflection of its hidden depths. He's King and this is his domain.
Stackin' Paper, Chasin' Dreams
It ain't about the flash, it's about the grind. You gotta work hard every single day to see your dreams come true. The world is full of hurdles, but you gotta keep goin' and never stop. It ain't gonna be easy, y'know, when you stack that paper, the feeling is worth it.
That Trap Anthem
It's the hype, understand? This ain't no average track, fam. It's straight heat, pumping through your sound system. We talkin' flow that'll blow you away. This song is for the winners, the ones who make it happen. You reppin' that trap star with every bass line. So turn it up and let this track take you.