Ridin' Through The Trap Cruisin' Through The Hood
Yo, it's a wild ride that's what the trap.
Music is poppin' hard and you gotta move to {it| that sound. 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|have. 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 diamonds 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 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 Burnin' Rubber, Full Throttle
There's nothin' like that adrenaline rush when you hit that gas pedal and zoom forward. The wind rushin' past your ears, the engine roarin'. It's a feeling of pure check here 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 {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: it's all worth it.
King Of The Urban Wilderness
The streets are his domain. He conquers with a look, his aura instilling respect in equal measure. He's built his path from the ground up, leaving a legacy of determination. They call him Big Boss, but he just calls himself King.
His territory sprawls from the {seedyhighest towers. He knows every street, every secret.
He's above just a leader; he's a symbol of the {city's{ soul, a manifestation of its undercurrents. He's King and this is his domain.
Stackin' Paper, Fulfillin' Dreams
It ain't about the flash, it's about the grind. You gotta put in that time every single day to see your visions come true. The world is full of obstacles, but you gotta keep goin' 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, got it? This ain't no basic track, man. It's straight lit, pumping through your sound system. We talkin' lyrics that'll knock you out. This anthem is for the winners, the ones who come alive. You reppin' that street life with every beat. blast it and let this track take over.