This here track be speakin' about the hustle. It's that feeling when you're stayin' strong and just callin' it quits. You ride through the obstacles, knowin' that you want to keep movin' forward. It's a vibe for those who always stop.
Gems on My Wrist
They catch the light, reflectin' back a thousand dreams. Every flick of my wrist, they tell a tale. This ain't just bling, it's a sign of all the grind I put in. These gems are proof that I made it, and they remind me to always stayfocused.
The Rules of the Street
Straight up, knowing/understanding/picking up street code is like having/being equipped with/owning a secret weapon out here. It's the unspoken language/rules/protocol that keeps things/makes things run/regulates smooth in the hood/streets/concrete jungle. You gotta show respect/pay your dues/be on your best behavior or else things can get messy/ugly/turned around fast. It's all about reading between the lines/knowing what's up/getting the vibe.
- Solidarity is key, always got your back/looking out for each other/riding with your crew
- Honesty goes a long way, show some love/keep it real/treat others how you wanna be treated
- Being true to yourself is everything.
None Left Behind
He gazed at the crumpled note, her letters burning into his vision. It was over. They'd left without a trace. There was no goodbye. Just this cold, hard reality that their love had been extinguished.
He could feel the ache in his chest, a heavy weight threatening to him from within. Anger? Maybe. Sadness? Sure. But mostly, there was a chilling emptiness where her warmth used to be.
No remorse lingered in his mind. He'd given it his best shot. It wasn't enough. This wasn't a heartbreak that deserved tears. He would Trapstar rise above it, dust himself off, and forge ahead.
No love lost.
Locked In The Trap
Life behind bars can be unforgiving. The steel that divide us from the outside world can feel like unyielding shackles. It's easy to lose hope. Every day feels like a test of will against the oppression that imprisons us. Yet, even in this hopeless situation, there is always the possibility of change to hold onto.
Ridin' High
This ain't just about the sweet ride, man. It's about that vibe when you're on top of the world, {rockin'|throwin' it in gear, and the wind is whistlin' through your hair. You're living life in the fast lane, friend. It's a freedom like no other.
- Keep on rollin'
- The world is your oyster
- {Stay steady and enjoy the trip|