Yo, it's a wild ride this ain't 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| those who scared. 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
- 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|got. We makin' our own path and it ain't no turning 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' 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 climbed to the top, ain't no doubt 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 evolving.
Hittin' That Gas Pedal, No Limit
There's nothin' like that adrenaline rush when you hit that gas pedal and blast 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 envelope 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.
King Of The Cityscape
The streets are his kingdom. He rules with a look, his vibe commanding awe in equal measure. He's carved his path from the foundations up, leaving a legacy of grit. They call him Big Boss, but he just goes by King.
His territory reaches from the {seedyhighest towers. He knows every street, every deal.
He's above just a gangster; he's a more info icon of the {city's{ soul, a manifestation of its hidden depths. He's King and this is his domain.
Chasin' Paper, Livin' Dreams
It ain't about the glamour, 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 push through and never stop. It ain't gonna be easy, tho, when you stack that paper, the feeling is top tier.
That Trap Anthem
It's the vibe, you feel me? This ain't no basic track, bro. It's straight fire, bangin' through your sound system. We talkin' flow that'll school you. This anthem is for the hustlers, the ones who make it happen. You sportin' that street life with every bass line. crank it loud and let this track take over.