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 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 ambition in my soul.
My rhymes are my weapons, spitting fire 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 tries to break us down.
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 grind ain't for the weak. It's a maze out here, filled with deceit. You gotta be smart to survive, to climb over the ranks and grab that green. They say diamonds are a king'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 ashes.
From Bricks to Brilliance
Building anything remarkable commences with a simple foundation. Just as architects lay the groundwork with strong bricks, so too must we cultivate firm base for our aspirations. This initial phase is often overlooked, but it holds the key to achieving true brilliance.
From there, imagination takes over. Ideas emerge like vibrant plants, 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 dedication, we can here overcome any setback.
Remember, every groundbreaking invention, every artistic masterpiece, and monumental achievement began as a simple idea. 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 chasing that quick fix, caught in a maze of our own making. Every day was a gamble, a spin of the dice with death on the far side.
We were foolish and thought we could conquer it all. We thought we were untouchable the law. But the streets don't play fair. They just going, indifferent to our schemes.
The nights were darkest. We drank oblivion in cheap liquor and the bitter taste of success that never lasted. The codeine flowed, a short-lived 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 casual pursuit, this is about dominating . The average Joe? He's content with scrolling through his phone. You? You're gonna become a legend. So lace up those shoes, sharpen that focus and get ready to conquer. 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 this weight of a million eyes upon your every move. You shoulder responsibility of a nation/world/people, and sometimes it feels like you're standing 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 purpose that keeps you going. You reach 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.