This here track be touchin' on the struggle. It's that vibe when you're pushin' focused and barely quitting. You ride through the tough times, knowin' that you want to keep rollin' forward. It's a vibe for those who always quit.
Gems on My Wrist
They catch the rays, reflectin' back a thousand fantasies. Every flick of my hand, they tell a story. This ain't just ice, it's a sign of all the grind I put in. These stones are testimony that I made it, and they remind me to always stayfocused.
Street Code
Straight up, knowing/understanding/picking up street code is like having/being equipped with/owning a secret weapon out here. It's the unspoken language/rules/protocol that keeps things/makes things run/regulates smooth in the hood/streets/concrete jungle. You gotta show respect/pay your dues/be on your best behavior or else things can get messy/ugly/turned around fast. It's all about reading Trapstar between the lines/knowing what's up/getting the vibe.
- Loyalty is key, always got your back/looking out for each other/riding with your crew
- Respect goes a long way, show some love/keep it real/treat others how you wanna be treated
- Being true to yourself is everything.
No Love Lost
He glanced at the crumpled note, her script burning into his eyes. It was over. They'd moved on. There was no last word. Just this cold, hard reality that their flame had been extinguished.
He was acutely aware of the ache in his chest, a heavy weight threatening to him from within. Anger? Maybe. Sadness? Sure. But mostly, there was a chilling absence where her warmth used to be.
No remorse lingered in his mind. He'd tried his hardest. It wasn't enough. This wasn't a loss that deserved pity. He would rise above it, dust himself off, and move on.
No love lost.
Trapped Within The Cage
Life behind bars can be brutal. The bars that divide us from the outside world can feel like an endless obstacle. It's easy to become consumed by darkness. Every day feels like a test of will against the oppression that imprisons us. Yet, even in this desperate situation, there is always a glimmer of hope to hold onto.
Cruisin' on Top
This ain't just about the smokin' chariot, man. It's about that feeling when you're on top of the world, {rockin'|bustin' it in gear, and the wind is whistlin' through your hair. You're living life in the fast lane, friend. It's a state of mind like no other.
- Keep on rollin'
- The world is your oyster
- {Stay safe and enjoy the ride|