Gems on My Trapstar Neck

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Man, I'm walkin' through this street with my stare held up. These sparkles on my chain is tellin' the whole story I'm a king. You know what I'm sayin'? This ain't just bling, this is a statement of my success.

Respect to the crew for helpin' me get this far. We makin' it happen out here. No ???? about it.

Drip Hard, Trapstar Life

Yo, grindin' to the top, stackin' bands like it's nothin'. Live that hustler life, glistenin' like a diamond. Keep it real, ain't no time for haters.

These streets are my territory, where I rule. Got the sauce to make any b*tch trip. hustlin' hard, day and forever to reach the top. Stay real, stay dedicated.

From the Streets to the Stars

This ain't no fairy tale ordinary kid. He was born and bred on the harsh avenues, where survival was a daily grind and dreams were often just fleeting fantasies. But this dude had something different, a fire in his belly that wouldn't be quenched by the cruel realities around him. He knew he was destined for more, anything beyond the confines of his narrow world.

It wasn't easy though, the path to stardom was paved with obstacles. There were times he almost quit, but something kept him pushing forward. Maybe it was the unwavering support of his family and friends, or maybe it was just that deep-seated determination burning inside him. Whatever it was, he continued, pushing through every setback. And finally, against all odds, he made it. He rose above here the dirt and reached for the stars, becoming a shining example that even from the most humble beginnings, greatness can arise.

Trappin' Out the Bentley

Yo, this evenin', I was skippin' through my hood, lookin' for some action. Pulled up smoothly in my white Bentley, top down. The whole street {was buzzin'|stopped dead|looked on with envy, man. I was on another level. Got out the whip, smoothed out my hair, and stepped up to the crowd. This ain't just a ride, this is a symbol.

We had a blast.

No Limit , Just Trapstar Grind

Yo, lemme tell you somethin'. This ain't no game. This is the trap|hustle|grind. We breathin' for this, ya feel me? All damn time, it's about stackin' that cash. No sleep.

We ain't got no limit. We grasping for the top. The world's ours to conquer.

It's a lonely road, but we stick together.

Stackin' Up Off the Codeine Dreams

This life ain't for the faint of heart. You gotta be willing to hustle and ready to go hard. The codeine got us dreamin' big, see? Visions of Lambos and stacks of paper so high they touch the sky. It's a rollercoaster sometimes, but that ain't gonna stop us from grinding our goals. We grindin' hard to make these codeine dreams a reality.

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