Man, I'm walkin' through this street with my chest held proud. These rocks on my trapstar is tellin' the whole world I'm a boss. You know what I'm sayin'? This ain't just ice, this is a sign of my success.
Respect to the crew for helpin' me get to the top. We makin' it work out here. No doubt about it.
Drip Hard, Trapstar Life
Yo, grindin' to the top, stackin' paper like it's nothin'. Live that hustler life, sparklin' like a diamond. Keep it real, ain't no time for doubters.
These streets are my jungle, where I reign. Got the game to make any b*tch faint. Grindin' hard, day and always to reach the top. Stay loyal, stay dedicated.
From the Streets to the Stars
This ain't no fairy tale average kid. He was born and bred on the harsh blocks, 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 extinguished by the cruel 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 obstacles. There were times he almost threw in the towel, but something kept him going. Maybe it was the unwavering support of his family and friends, here or maybe it was just that deep-seated determination burning inside him. Whatever it was, he persevered, pushing through every hurdles. And finally, against all expectations, he made it. He rose above the dirt and reached for the stars, becoming a shining example that even from the most humble beginnings, greatness can manifest.
Rollin' in the Bently
Yo, last night, 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 on another level. Got out the whip, grabbed my chain, and stepped up to the crowd. This ain't just a ride, this is a symbol.
- I was sippin' down a bottle of Ace.
- the music was bumpin'
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 existin' for this, ya feel me? 24/7, it's about buildin' that paper. No sleep.
We ain't got no limit. We reachin' for the top. The streets' ours to conquer.
It's a lonely road, but we stick together.
Gettin' Rich Off the Codeine Dreams
This life ain't for the faint of heart. You gotta be willing to hustle and ready to go hard. The codeine got us dreamin' big, see? Visions of Lambos and stacks of paper so high they touch the sky. It's a rollercoaster sometimes, but that ain't gonna stop us from getting our goals. We workin' hard to make these codeine dreams a reality.