Ridin' Through The Trap
Yo, it's a wild ride that's what the trap.
Music is poppin' 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|constant struggle, 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|have. We makin' our own path and we ain't stoppin'.
Diamonds On My Wrist, Blood In My Drip
Straight up, ain't nothin' subtle 'bout this life. I got rocks on my wrist, makin' noise. But it ain't all glitz and glam, nah, there's hustle in every step I take. That's the realness, 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 determination. 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 hit that gas pedal and blast forward. The wind rushin' past your ears, the engine screamin'. 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 know there's nothin' left in the tank? That's the moment you realize: this is it.
King Of The Concrete Jungle
The streets are his domain. He navigates with a stare, his aura spreading awe in equal measure. He's built his path from the bottom up, making a trail of determination. They call him Big Boss, but he just calls himself King.
His empire stretches from the {seedyhighest towers. He knows every alley, every deal.
He's more than just a figurehead; he's a icon of the {city's{ soul, a manifestation of its undercurrents. He's King and this is his urban kingdom.
Chasin' Paper, Livin' Dreams
It ain't about the shine, more info it's about the grind. You gotta hustle every single day to see your goals come true. The world is full of hurdles, but you gotta stay focused and never stop. It ain't gonna be easy, but, when you stack that paper, the feeling is top tier.
That Trap Anthem
It's the buzz, you feel me? This ain't no regular track, man. It's straight fire, thumpin' through your sound system. We talkin' bars that'll school you. This song is for the hustlers, the ones who make it happen. You showin' that street life with every bass line. crank it loud and let this vibe take you.