Yo, it's a wild ride that's what the trap.
Music is poppin' hard and you gotta move to {it| that sound. 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
- You gotta ride or die
- 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 we ain't stoppin'.
Diamonds On My Wrist, Blood In My Drip
Straight up, ain't nothin' simple 'bout this life. I got diamonds on my wrist, makin' statements. But it ain't all glitz and glam, nah, there's grind 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 doubt 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 growing.
Hittin' That Gas Pedal, No Limit Jammin' on the Accelerator
There's nothin' like that adrenaline rush when you floor that gas pedal and zoom forward. The wind whippin' past your ears, the engine thrumming. 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 living life to the fullest. 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: it's all worth it.
Overlord Of The Concrete Jungle
The streets are his territory. He conquers with a stare, his presence instilling respect in equal measure. He's carved his path from the bottom up, making a trail of willpower. They call him The Godfather, but he just is known as King.
His empire stretches from the {seedy underbelly to the glitzy. He knows every street, every secret.
He's above just a leader; he's more info a emblem 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 glamour, 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 keep goin' and never stop. It ain't gonna be easy, but, when you make it happen, the feeling is worth it.
That Trap Anthem
It's the hype, got it? This ain't no basic track, bro. It's straight heat, bangin' through your headphones. We talkin' bars that'll blow you away. This anthem is for the grindin', the ones who rise to the top. You reppin' that street life with every bass line. crank it loud and let this track take control.