This ain't no fairytale, this the real deal. See these diamonds they tell a story, of hustle and grind. Dominating in this concrete jungle where dreams get shattered like glass. But the fire in my heart blazes, fueled by the rhythm that flows through my veins. The city's got its claws sunk deep, but I'm rising. I'm a product of this struggle, molded by the pain and hunger 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 Trapstar dreams in a system that wants to see us fail.
We ain't defined by where we come from, we define ourselves. And my story? It's just beginning.
Diamonds & Demons: The Trapstar Life
This hustle ain't for the weak. It's a maze out here, filled with deceit. You gotta be hungry to survive, to climb over the ranks and grab that green. They say diamonds are a queen's best friend, but out here in the trap, they're just a symbol. A symbol of success. But behind those shining stones, there's demons lurking. You gotta watch your six 'cause everyone wants what you got. The game can corrupt you, turn a friend into a stranger. It's a fine line between fame and hell.
From Bricks to Brilliance
Building anything remarkable begins 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, but it holds the key to attaining true brilliance.
From there, imagination takes over. Ideas emerge like vibrant flowers, each one a potential masterpiece waiting to be brought into reality. The process is not without its challenges; obstacles are inevitable along the way. But with dedication, we can overcome any setback.
Remember, every groundbreaking invention, all artistic masterpiece, and significant achievement began as a simple thought. 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 reeked of burnt rubber and broken promises. We were seeking that quick cash, caught in a trap of our own design. Every day was a gamble, a spin of the dice with death on the far side.
We were young and thought we could conquer it all. We thought we were untouchable the law. But the streets don't care. They just kept, indifferent to our desires.
The nights were blackest. We sought oblivion in cheap liquor and the sweet taste of success that never stayed. The codeine rushed, a fleeting escape from the chaos that surrounded us.
Hustle Harder Than Your Average Joe
You wanna succeed? You gotta leave it all on the field. This ain't no part-time gig, this is about taking control . The average Joe? He's content with watching TV. You? You're gonna crush expectations. So lace up those boots, sharpen that drive and get ready to break through. This ain't for the weak, this is for those who are unstoppable
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 dreams upon your every move. You bear expectations of a nation/world/people, and sometimes it feels like you're drowning in a sea of praise.
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 drive 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.