Yo, it's a wild ride this ain't 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|tough 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|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' waves. 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 hesitation 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 growing.
Hittin' That Gas Pedal, No Limit Pushin' the Limits, Wide Open
There's nothin' like that adrenaline rush when you hit that gas pedal and blast forward. The wind rushin' past get more info 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 {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 know there's nothin' left in the tank? That's the moment you realize: this is it.
King Of The Urban Wilderness
The streets are his kingdom. He conquers with a glance, his vibe spreading fear in equal measure. He's forged his path from the ground up, leaving a mark of grit. They call him The Godfather, but he just calls himself King.
His empire stretches from the {seedyhighest towers. He knows every corner, every deal.
He's above just a figurehead; he's a icon of the {city's{ soul, a reflection of its dark side. 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 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, but, when you make it happen, the feeling is top tier.
That Trap Anthem
It's the vibe, you feel me? This ain't no average track, man. It's straight fire, bangin' through your sound system. We talkin' lyrics that'll blow you away. This anthem is for the winners, the ones who rise to the top. You sportin' that boss mentality with every beat. crank it loud and let this vibe take you.