Bling on My Neck, Grit in My Soul

This ain't no fairytale, this the real deal. See these diamonds they tell a story, of hustle and grind. Thriving in this concrete jungle where dreams get shattered like glass. But the fire in my heart burns, 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 chaos, molded by the pain and hunger in my soul.

My rhymes are my weapons, spitting fire at the Trapstar 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 aspirations 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 gaining momentum.

Diamonds & Demons: The Trapstar Life

This life ain't for the weak. It's a maze out here, filled with temptation. You gotta be ruthless to survive, to climb through the ranks and grab that green. They say diamonds are a girl's best friend, but out here in the trap, they're just a symbol. A symbol of wealth. But behind those gleaming stones, there's darkness lurking. You gotta watch your back 'cause everyone wants what you got. The game can destroy you, turn a brother into a stranger. It's a fine line between glory and hell.

From Bricks to Brilliance

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

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

Remember, every groundbreaking invention, each 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 was the real hustle. The streets stunk of burnt rubber and broken promises. We were running that quick fix, caught in a maze of our own creation. Every day was a gamble, a roll of the dice with death on the opposite side.

We were young and thought we could overcome it all. We thought we were untouchable the law. But the streets don't give a damn. They just rolling, indifferent to our dreams.

The nights were longest. We sought oblivion in cheap liquor and the numbing taste of success that never lasted. The codeine rushed, a temporary escape from the violence that surrounded us.

Hustle Harder Than Your Average Joe

You wanna crushing it? You gotta put in the work. 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 rise above. So lace up those boots, sharpen that focus 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 of Glory Is Real

They say the crown ain't heavy, but they haven't felt this weight of a million dreams upon your every move. You shoulder expectations of a nation/world/people, and sometimes it feels like you're sinking 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 strive 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.