This here track be touchin' on the hustle. It's that feeling when you're stayin' focused and just givin' up. You groove through the tough times, knowin' that you gotta keep movin' forward. It's a soundtrack for those who rarely quit.
Gems on My Wrist
They catch the rays, reflectin' back a thousand dreams. Every flick of my hand, they tell a tale. This ain't just ice, it's a statement of all the hustle I put in. These gems are evidence that I made Trapstar it, and they remind me to always staytrue.
The Rules of the Street
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 between the lines/knowing what's up/getting the vibe.
- Solidarity 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.
None Left Behind
He gazed at the crumpled note, her script burning into his soul. It was over. It had left without a trace. There was no last word. Just this cold, hard reality that their flame had been extinguished.
He noticed the ache in his chest, a heavy weight threatening to him from within. Anger? Maybe. Sadness? Sure. But mostly, there was a chilling void where her warmth used to be.
No second thoughts lingered in his mind. He'd done all he could. It wasn't enough. This wasn't a loss that deserved sorrow. He would rise above it, dust himself off, and carry the torch.
No love lost.
Locked In The Trap
Life within these walls can be unforgiving. The bars that divide us from the outside world can feel like unyielding shackles. It's easy to become consumed by darkness. Every day feels like a test of will against the cruelty that holds us captive. Yet, even in this hopeless situation, there is always a glimmer of hope to hold onto.
Ridin' High
This ain't just about the fancy wheels, man. It's about that sense when you're on top of the world, {rockin'|throwin' it in gear, and the wind is whistlin' through your strands. You're embracin' life in the fast lane, brother. It's a freedom like no other.
- Keep on rollin'
- There's nothin' but open road ahead
- {Stay steady and enjoy the journey|