Yo, it's a wild ride that's what the trap.
The bass be thumpin' 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|ready 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 we ain't stoppin'.
Diamonds On My Wrist, Blood In My Drip
Straight up, ain't nothin' simple '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 realness, blood in my drip, a reminder of where I come from.
I rose 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 thrumming. 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 {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 sense there's nothin' left in the tank? That's the moment you realize: it's all worth it.
Overlord Of The Cityscape
The streets are his territory. He conquers with a look, his aura spreading respect in equal measure. He's forged his path from the bottom up, leaving a legacy of grit. They call him The Godfather, but he just is known as King.
His territory sprawls from the {seedy underbelly to the glitzy. He knows every street, every deal.
He's beyond just a figurehead; he's a symbol of the {city's{ soul, a avatar of its hidden depths. He's King and this is his concrete jungle.
Chasin' Paper, Chasin' Dreams
It ain't about the glamour, it's about the grind. You gotta work hard every single day to see your visions come true. The world is full of hurdles, but you gotta keep goin' and never give up. It ain't gonna be easy, but, when you make it happen, the feeling is unbelievable.
That Trap Anthem
It's the hype, understand? This ain't no average track, man. It's straight lit, pumping through your sound system. We talkin' lyrics that'll school you. This banger is for the hustlers, the ones who rise to the top. You showin' that street life here with every bass line. blast it and let this vibe take control.