Man, I'm walkin' through this hood with my head held up. These sparkles on my chain is tellin' the whole world I'm a boss. You know what I'm sayin'? This ain't just jewelry, this is a sign of my grind.
Props to the homies for helpin' me get this far. We makin' it happen out here. No question about it.
Drip Hard, Trapstar Life
Yo, grindin' to the top, stackin' racks like it's nothin'. Live that trapstar life, shinin' like a diamond. Keep it locked, ain't no space for haters.
These streets are my playground, where I rule. Got the flow to make any queen faint. workin' hard, day and forever to reach the peak. Stay true, stay determined.
From the Streets to the Stars
This ain't no fairy tale ordinary kid. He was born and bred on the harsh streets, where survival was a daily grind and dreams were often just fleeting fantasies. But this dude had something different, a fire in his belly that wouldn't be extinguished by the unforgiving realities around him. He knew he was destined for more, something beyond the confines of his limited world.
It wasn't easy though, the path to stardom was paved with hardships. There were times he almost quit, but something kept him moving. Maybe it was the unwavering faith of his family and friends, or maybe it was just that deep-seated determination burning inside him. Whatever it was, he persevered, pushing through every setback. And finally, against all chances, he made it. He rose above the dust and reached for the heavens, becoming a shining example that even from the most humble beginnings, greatness can emerge.
Trappin' Out the Bentley
Yo, the other day, I was flippin' through my hood, lookin' for some action. Pulled up smoothly in my white Bentley, doors shut tight. The whole street {was buzzin'|stopped dead|looked on with envy, man. I was livin' the dream. Got out the whip, grabbed my chain, and stepped up to the crowd. This ain't just a ride, this is a way of life.
- I was guzzlin' down some Ciroc.
- The girls were lookin' at me
It went down in history.
Straight Up No Cap , Just Trapstar Grind
Yo, lemme tell you somethin'. This ain't a playground. This is the trap|hustle|grind. We existin' for this, ya feel me? Every day, it's about buildin' that dough. Hustle hard.
We ain't got a ceiling. We grasping for the sky. The world's ours to conquer.
It's a tough road, but we ride together.
Stackin' Up Off the Codeine Dreams
This grind ain't for the faint of heart. You gotta be street smart and ready to rise. The codeine got us dreamin' big, see? Visions of Bentleys and stacks of money so high they touch the sky. It's a blur sometimes, but that ain't gonna stop us read more from grinding our goals. We workin' hard to make these codeine dreams a reality.