Yo, it's a wild ride out here in the trap.
Music is poppin' hard and you gotta move to {it|the vibe. These streets they ain't for {the faint of heart|the weak. 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
- Loyalty is everything
- Gotta watch your back, you never know who's real
It's a hard 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' subtle 'bout this life. I got bling on my wrist, makin' waves. But it ain't all glitz and glam, nah, there's hustle in every step I take. That's the realness, 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 determination. They say diamonds are forever, but 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 shoot forward. The wind flowin' past your ears, the engine roarin'. It's a feeling of pure freedom. 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 feel there's nothin' left in the tank? That's the moment you realize: it's all worth it.
Overlord Of The Concrete Jungle
The streets are his kingdom. He conquers with a stare, his aura instilling respect in equal measure. He's forged his path from the ground up, paving a legacy of grit. They call him Big Boss, but he just goes by King.
His sphere stretches from the {seedyhighest towers. He knows every street, every deal.
He's above just a leader; he's a icon of the {city's{ soul, a manifestation of its dark side. He's King and this is his urban kingdom.
Chasin' Paper, Chasin' Dreams
It ain't about the shine, it's about the grind. You gotta hustle every single day to see your dreams come true. The world is full of obstacles, but you gotta push through and never stop. It ain't gonna be easy, tho, when you stack that paper, the feeling is worth it.
That Trap Anthem
It's the buzz, got it? This ain't no average track, bro. It's straight heat, bangin' through your sound system. We talkin' click here bars that'll blow you away. This song is for the winners, the ones who make it happen. You showin' that boss mentality with every beat. crank it loud and let this vibe take you.