Bling on My Neck, Grit in My Soul

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 burns, 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 truth 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 dreams in a system that constantly tests us.

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 greed. You gotta be ruthless to survive, to climb over the ranks and grab that paper. They say diamonds are a queen's best friend, but out here in the streets, they're just a symbol. A symbol of power. But behind those gleaming stones, there's demons lurking. You gotta watch your six 'cause everyone wants what you got. The game can here consume you, turn a hustler into a stranger. It's a fine line between glory and ruin.

From Bricks to Brilliance

Building anything remarkable begins with a simple foundation. Just as architects lay the groundwork with robust bricks, so too must we cultivate a solid base for our aspirations. This initial stage is often overlooked, yet it holds the key to attaining true brilliance.

From there, imagination takes over. Ideas flourish like vibrant plants, each one a potential masterpiece waiting to be developed into reality. The process is not without its challenges; hurdles are inevitable along the way. But with passion, we can overcome any difficulty.

Remember, every groundbreaking invention, all artistic masterpiece, and groundbreaking achievement began as a simple brick. It's the courage to transform these humble beginnings into something extraordinary that truly sets us apart.

Codeine Dreams & Gunpowder Schemes

This ain't no fairytale, see? This was the real hustle. The streets smelled of burnt rubber and broken promises. We were seeking that quick cash, caught in a maze of our own making. Every day was a gamble, a spin of the dice with death on the other side.

We were foolish and thought we could control it all. We thought we were untouchable the law. But the streets won't care. They just rolling, indifferent to our dreams.

The nights were longest. We smoked oblivion in cheap liquor and the bitter taste of success that never stayed. The codeine rushed, a temporary escape from the chaos that surrounded us.

Hustle Harder Than Your Average Joe

You wanna succeed? You gotta leave it all on the field. This ain't no part-time gig, this is about dominating . The average Joe? He's content with scrolling through his phone. You? You're gonna rise above. So lace up those shoes, sharpen that drive and get ready to break through. This ain't for the weak, this is for those who dare to dream big

The Crown Ain't Heavy, But the Weight upon 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 carry the burden of a nation/world/people, and sometimes it feels like you're sinking 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 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.