This here track be about the struggle. It's that feeling when you're keepin' strong and barely givin' up. You groove through the obstacles, knowin' that you need to keep trundlin' forward. It's a soundtrack for those who rarely back down.
Sparkles on My Wrist
They catch the sun, reflectin' back a thousand fantasies. Every flick of my hand, they tell a story. This ain't just hardware, it's a statement of all the grind I put in. These stones are proof that I made it, and they remind me to always stayfocused.
Urban Lingo
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.
- Loyalty is key, always got your back/looking out for each other/riding with your crew
- Honesty goes a long way, show some love/keep it real/treat others how you wanna be treated
- Keeping it ???? is everything.
Not A Single Tear Shed
He glanced at the crumpled note, her letters burning into his eyes. It was over. She'd found someone else. There was no goodbye. Just this cold, hard reality that their love had been extinguished.
He was acutely aware of the ache in his chest, a heavy weight crushing him from within. Anger? Maybe. Sadness? Sure. But mostly, there was a chilling void where her warmth used to be.
No regrets lingered in his mind. He'd given it his best shot. It wasn't enough. This wasn't a loss that deserved tears. He would rise above it, dust himself off, and carry the torch.
No love lost.
Trapped Within The Cage
Life in confinement can be harsh. The concrete that confine us from the outside world can feel like an endless obstacle. It's easy to fall into despair. Every day feels like a test of will against the oppression that surrounds us. 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 Trapstar the world, {rockin'|bustin' it in gear, and the wind is whistlin' through your strands. You're embracin' life in the fast lane, dude. It's a freedom like no other.
- Ride like the wind
- There's nothin' but open road ahead
- {Stay sharp and enjoy the journey|