Yo, it's a wild ride this ain't the trap.
The bass be thumpin' 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 ways 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 crazy life but it's the only one we {know|got. 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' noise. But it ain't all glitz and glam, nah, there's struggle 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 question 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 moving forward.
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 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 enjoying the ride. 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 here point where you feel there's nothin' left in the tank? That's the moment you realize: you've arrived.
Overlord Of The Cityscape
The streets are his kingdom. He rules with a glance, his presence instilling fear in equal measure. He's built his path from the ground up, making a trail of determination. They call him The Godfather, but he just goes by King.
His empire sprawls from the {seedyhighest towers. He knows every corner, every secret.
He's above just a leader; he's a icon of the {city's{ soul, a manifestation of its hidden depths. He's King and this is his urban kingdom.
Chasin' Paper, Fulfillin' Dreams
It ain't about the glamour, it's about the grind. You gotta work hard every single day to see your dreams come true. The world is full of challenges, but you gotta stay focused 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 vibe, understand? This ain't no regular track, fam. It's straight lit, pumping through your speakers. We talkin' lyrics that'll blow you away. This banger is for the winners, 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.