This ain't no fairytale, this the real deal. See these diamonds they tell a story, of hustle and grind. Survival 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 ascending. I'm a product of this struggle, molded by the pain and drive in my soul.
My rhymes are my weapons, spitting truth at the world. Trapstar Each verse a testament to my journey, the scars I carry, the lessons learned. This ain't just music, it's therapy. It's the voice of the voiceless, the echo of our hopes 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 unfolding.
Diamonds & Demons: The Trapstar Life
This hustle ain't for the weak. It's a jungle 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 girl's best friend, but out here in the game, they're just a symbol. A symbol of wealth. But behind those shining stones, there's darkness lurking. You gotta watch your shoulder 'cause everyone wants what you got. The game can consume you, turn a friend into a stranger. It's a fine line between wealth and hell.
From Bricks to Brilliance
Building anything remarkable begins with a simple foundation. Just as architects lay the groundwork with sturdy bricks, so too must we cultivate firm base for our aspirations. This initial step is often overlooked, but it holds the key to realizing true brilliance.
From there, imagination takes over. Ideas emerge like vibrant plants, each one a potential masterpiece waiting to be developed into reality. The process is not without its challenges; obstacles are inevitable along the way. But with perseverance, we can overcome any difficulty.
Remember, every groundbreaking invention, each artistic masterpiece, and monumental achievement began as a simple thought. It's the courage to evolve these humble beginnings into something extraordinary that truly sets us apart.
Codeine Dreams & Gunpowder Schemes
This ain't no fairytale, see? This is the real hustle. The streets reeked of burnt rubber and broken promises. We were running that quick fix, caught in a cycle of our own design. Every day was a gamble, a toss of the dice with death on the opposite side.
We were foolish and thought we could control it all. We thought we were above the law. But the streets didn't care. They just going, indifferent to our schemes.
The nights were darkest. We sought oblivion in cheap liquor and the sweet taste of success that never stayed. The codeine flowed, a fleeting escape from the violence that surrounded us.
Hustle Harder Than Your Average Joe
You wanna succeed? You gotta put in the work. This ain't no hobby, this is about dominating . The average Joe? He's content with scrolling through his phone. You? You're gonna rise above. 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 dare to dream big
The Crown Ain't Heavy, But the Weight upon Glory Is Real
They say the crown ain't heavy, but they haven't felt that weight of a million dreams upon your every move. You shoulder the burden of a nation/world/people, and sometimes it feels like you're standing in a sea of scrutiny.
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.