Bling on My Neck, Trap in My Soul

This ain't no fairytale, this the real deal. See these diamonds they tell a story, of hustle and grind. Dominating Trapstar in this concrete jungle where dreams get shattered like glass. But the fire in my heart flickers, fueled by the rhythm that flows through my veins. The city's got its claws sunk deep, but I'm breaking free. I'm a product of this madness, molded by the pain and drive in my soul.

My rhymes are my weapons, spitting venom at the world. Each verse a testament to my journey, the scars I carry, the lessons learned. This ain't just music, it's catharsis. It's the voice of the voiceless, the echo of our hopes in a system that tries to break us down.

We ain't defined by where we come from, we define ourselves. And my story? It's just unfolding.

Diamonds & Demons: The Trapstar Life

This grind ain't for the weak. It's a jungle out here, filled with deceit. You gotta be ruthless to survive, to climb over the ranks and grab that green. They say diamonds are a king's best friend, but out here in the streets, they're just a symbol. A symbol of power. But behind those gleaming stones, there's demons lurking. You gotta watch your back 'cause everyone wants what you got. The game can corrupt you, turn a friend into a stranger. It's a fine line between wealth and hell.

From Bricks to Brilliance

Building anything remarkable starts with a simple foundation. Just as architects lay the groundwork with strong bricks, so too must we cultivate a solid base for our aspirations. This initial phase is often overlooked, however it holds the key to achieving true brilliance.

From there, imagination takes over. Ideas blossom like vibrant flowers, each one a potential masterpiece waiting to be brought into reality. The process is not without its challenges; hurdles are inevitable along the way. But with dedication, we can overcome any setback.

Remember, every groundbreaking invention, all artistic masterpiece, and monumental achievement began as a simple brick. It's the courage to develop these humble beginnings into something extraordinary that truly sets us apart.

Codeine Dreams & Gunpowder Schemes

This ain't no fairytale, see? This be the real deal. The streets smelled of burnt rubber and broken promises. We were running that quick cash, caught in a cycle of our own making. Every day was a gamble, a roll of the dice with death on the far side.

We were naive and thought we could overcome it all. We thought we were invincible the law. But the streets didn't care. They just kept, indifferent to our desires.

The nights were blackest. We drank oblivion in cheap liquor and the bitter taste of success that never remained. The codeine rushed, a temporary escape from the chaos that surrounded us.

Outwork Every Other Player

You wanna succeed? You gotta grind every day. This ain't no part-time gig, this is about taking control . The average Joe? He's content with sitting around. You? You're gonna crush expectations. So lace up those sneakers, sharpen that drive and get ready to break through. This ain't for the weak, this is for those who dare to dream big

The Crown Ain't Heavy, But the Weight in Glory Is Real

They say the crown ain't heavy, but they haven't felt the weight of a million hearts upon your every move. You bear expectations of a nation/world/people, and sometimes it feels like you're drowning in a sea of pressure.

It's easy/It can be hard/It's a constant to remember who you are when everyone else has an opinion on who you should be/you are/you could become. But deep down/in the heart/underneath it all, there's a fire, a passion that keeps you going. You fight to live up to/be worthy of/meet the demands of the glory, even when the weight feels like it's crushing you/your dreams/your spirit.