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 rising. I'm a product of this struggle, 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 therapy. It's the voice of the voiceless, the echo of our hopes in a system that wants to see us fail. Trapstar
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 battlefield out here, filled with greed. You gotta be smart to survive, to climb over the ranks and grab that paper. 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 sparkling stones, there's demons lurking. You gotta watch your six 'cause everyone wants what you got. The game can destroy you, turn a brother into a stranger. It's a fine line between wealth and hell.
From Bricks to Brilliance
Building anything remarkable commences with a simple foundation. Just as architects lay the groundwork with sturdy bricks, so too must we cultivate a solid base for our aspirations. This initial stage is often overlooked, however it holds the key to achieving true brilliance.
From there, imagination takes over. Ideas blossom 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 dedication, we can overcome any struggle.
Remember, every groundbreaking invention, all artistic masterpiece, and significant achievement began as a simple idea. It's the courage to transform these humble beginnings into something extraordinary that truly sets us apart.
Crystal Dreams & Explosive Plots
This ain't no fairytale, see? This is the real hustle. The streets smelled of burnt rubber and broken promises. We were seeking 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 opposite side.
We were naive and thought we could conquer it all. We thought we were untouchable the law. But the streets didn't give a damn. They just going, indifferent to our schemes.
The nights were longest. We sought oblivion in cheap liquor and the bitter taste of success that never lasted. The codeine pumped, a short-lived escape from the violence that surrounded us.
Outwork Every Other Player
You wanna make something of yourself? You gotta put in the work. This ain't no casual pursuit, this is about taking control . The average Joe? He's content with sitting around. You? You're gonna crush expectations. So lace up those shoes, sharpen that mind and get ready to conquer. 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 that weight of a million dreams upon your every move. You shoulder responsibility of a nation/world/people, and sometimes it feels like you're sinking 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.