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 here we makin' it work.
We got our own rules and we stick to 'em.
- Respect is key
- Loyalty is everything
- Gotta watch your back, you never know who's real
It's a crazy 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' 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 climbed 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 this life? This life is ever-changing, always moving forward.
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 freedom. 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 {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 sense there's nothin' left in the tank? That's the moment you realize: you've arrived.
Ruler Of The Cityscape
The streets are his kingdom. He conquers with a stare, his vibe spreading respect in equal measure. He's forged his path from the foundations up, making a mark of grit. They call him The Godfather, but he just calls himself King.
His territory sprawls from the {seedyhighest towers. He knows every corner, every deal.
He's more than just a gangster; he's a symbol of the {city's{ soul, a avatar of its undercurrents. He's King and this is his urban kingdom.
Chasin' Paper, Livin' Dreams
It ain't about the flash, it's about the grind. You gotta put in that time every single day to see your dreams come true. The world is full of hurdles, but you gotta stay focused and never give up. It ain't gonna be easy, y'know, when you make it happen, the feeling is unbelievable.
That Trap Anthem
It's the buzz, understand? This ain't no basic track, fam. It's straight fire, bangin' through your sound system. We talkin' bars that'll blow you away. This song is for the grindin', the ones who come alive. You showin' that street life with every drop. blast it and let this vibe take control.