Man, I'm walkin' through this city with my chest held high. These sparkles on my trapstar is tellin' the whole place I'm a playa. You know what I'm sayin'? This ain't just jewelry, this is a symbol of my success.
Respect to the gang for helpin' me get here. We makin' it happen out here. No doubt about it.
Drip Hard, Trapstar Life
Yo, climbin' to the top, stackin' paper like it's nothin'. Live that trapstar life, sparklin' like a diamond. Keep it one hunnid, ain't no time for haters.
These streets are my jungle, where I control. Got the flow to make any queen trip. Grindin' hard, day and night to reach the top. Stay real, stay dedicated.
From the Streets to the Stars
This ain't no fairy tale average 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 harsh realities around him. He knew he was destined for more, everything beyond the confines of his narrow world.
It wasn't easy though, the path to stardom was paved with hardships. There were times he almost quit, but something kept him pushing forward. Maybe it was the unwavering support check here of his family and friends, or maybe it was just that deep-seated conviction burning inside him. Whatever it was, he persevered, pushing through every setback. And finally, against all expectations, he made it. He rose above the grit and reached for the stars, becoming a shining example that even from the most humble beginnings, greatness can manifest.
Cruisin' in the Bentli
Yo, last night, I was flippin' through my hood, lookin' for some action. Pulled up smoothly in my white Bentley, top down. The whole street {was buzzin'|stopped dead|looked on with envy, man. I was feelin' myself. Got out the whip, smoothed out my hair, and caught some eyes. 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 just a hobby. This is the trap|hustle|grind. We breathin' for this, ya feel me? 24/7, it's about buildin' that dough. Hustle hard.
We ain't got no limit. We reachin' for the sky. The game' ours to conquer.
It's a lonely road, but we ride together.
Gettin' Rich Off the Codeine Dreams
This life ain't for the faint of heart. You gotta be tough and ready to climb. The codeine got us dreamin' big, see? Visions of Bentleys and stacks of paper so high they touch the sky. It's a blur sometimes, but that ain't gonna stop us from chasing our goals. We grindin' hard to make these codeine dreams a reality.