Diamonds on My Neck, Trap 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 madness, molded by the pain and hunger in my soul.

My rhymes are my weapons, spitting venom 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 wants to see us fail.

We ain't defined by where we come from, we define ourselves. And my story? It's just gaining momentum.

Diamonds & Demons: The Trapstar Life

This hustle ain't for the weak. It's a jungle out here, filled with temptation. You gotta be smart to survive, to climb up the ranks and grab that paper. They say diamonds are a king's best friend, but out here in the game, they're just a symbol. A symbol of wealth. But behind those shining stones, there's demons lurking. You gotta watch your back 'cause everyone wants what you got. The game can corrupt you, turn a brother into a stranger. It's a fine line between wealth and ruin.

From Bricks to Brilliance

Building anything remarkable starts with a simple foundation. Just as architects lay the groundwork with strong bricks, so too must we cultivate unshakable base for our aspirations. This initial phase is often overlooked, yet it holds the key to realizing true brilliance.

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

Remember, every groundbreaking invention, each artistic masterpiece, and significant achievement began as a simple thought. 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 is the real deal. The streets smelled of burnt rubber and broken promises. We were running that quick score, caught in a trap of our own creation. Every day was a gamble, a spin of the dice with death on the opposite side.

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

The nights were longest. We sought oblivion in cheap liquor and the sweet taste of success that never stayed. The codeine pumped, a short-lived escape from the violence that surrounded us.

Hustle Harder Than Your Average Joe

You wanna crushing it? You gotta put in the work. This ain't no casual pursuit, this is about taking control . The average Joe? He's content with sitting around. You? You're gonna rise above. So lace up those sneakers, sharpen that drive and get ready to conquer. more info This ain't for the weak, this is for those who want it all

The Crown Ain't Heavy, But the Weight in Glory Is Real

They say the crown ain't heavy, but they haven't felt that weight of a million hearts upon your every move. You bear expectations of a nation/world/people, and sometimes it feels like you're sinking in a sea of scrutiny.

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 strive 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.