Bling on My Trapstar Neck
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Man, I'm walkin' through this city with my stare held up. These diamonds on my trapstar is tellin' the whole place I'm a boss. You know what I'm sayin'? This ain't just jewelry, this is a symbol of my hustle.
Respect to the gang for helpin' me get this far. We makin' it work out here. No doubt about it.
Drip Hard, Trapstar Life
Yo, climbin' to the top, stackin' racks like it's nothin'. Live that hustler life, shinin' like a diamond. Keep it locked, ain't no space for doubters.
These streets are my jungle, where I reign. Got the sauce to make any queen swoon. Grindin' hard, day and night to reach the summit. Stay real, stay determined.
From the Streets to the Stars
This ain't no fairy tale average kid. He was born and bred on the harsh avenues, where survival was a daily grind and dreams were often just fleeting glimpses. But this dude had something different, a fire in his belly that wouldn't be quenched by the unforgiving realities around him. He knew he was destined for more, anything beyond the confines of his narrow world.
It wasn't easy though, the path to stardom was paved with challenges. There were times he almost threw in the towel, but something kept him moving. Maybe it was the unwavering support of his family and friends, or maybe it was just that deep-seated desire burning inside him. Whatever it was, he kept, pushing through every hurdles. And finally, against all expectations, he made it. He rose above the dust and reached for the sky, becoming a shining example that even from the most unexpected beginnings, greatness can manifest.
Rollin' in the Bently
Yo, the other day, I was slippin' through my hood, lookin' for some action. Pulled up real slick in my white Bentley, windows tinted. The whole street {was buzzin'|stopped dead|looked on with envy, man. I was feelin' myself. Got out the whip, threw on my shades, and made a statement. This ain't just a ride, this is a way of life.
- I was guzzlin' down a bottle of Ace.
- the vibes were off the charts
It was a wild night.
Straight Up No Cap , Just Trapstar Grind
Yo, lemme tell you somethin'. This ain't a playground. This is the trap|hustle|grind. We livin' for this, ya feel me? All damn time, it's about buildin' that paper. Keep pushin'.
We ain't got a ceiling. We grasping for the sky. The world's ours to control.
It's a harsh road, but we got each other's backs.
Blowin' Cash Off the Codeine Dreams
This grind ain't for the faint of heart. You gotta be willing to hustle and ready to rise. The codeine got us dreamin' big, see? Visions of Maybachs and stacks of paper so high they touch the sky. It's a blur sometimes, but that ain't gonna stop us from getting our goals. We grindin' hard to make these codeine dreams a reality.
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