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| 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 ways and we stick to 'em.
- Respect is key
- Family over fame
- 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' simple 'bout this life. I got diamonds on my wrist, makin' noise. 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 climbed 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 moving forward.
Hittin' That Gas Pedal, No Limit
There's nothin' like that adrenaline rush when you slam 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 check here 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: this is it.
Overlord Of The Urban Wilderness
The streets are his territory. He conquers with a look, his vibe spreading fear in equal measure. He's forged his path from the bottom up, making a mark of determination. They call him Big Boss, but he just calls himself King.
His territory sprawls from the {seedyheart of the city's core. He knows every street, every transaction.
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 domain.
Rollin' Paper, Livin' Dreams
It ain't about the flash, it's about the grind. You gotta hustle every single day to see your visions come true. The world is full of challenges, but you gotta keep goin' and never quit. It ain't gonna be easy, tho, when you make it happen, the feeling is unbelievable.
That Trap Anthem
It's the vibe, understand? This ain't no basic track, bro. It's straight heat, thumpin' through your speakers. We talkin' bars that'll blow you away. This song is for the grindin', the ones who come alive. You reppin' that boss mentality with every drop. So turn it up and let this Anthem take you.