This ain't no fairytale, this the real deal. See these diamonds they tell a story, of hustle and grind. Thriving 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 ascending. I'm a product of this struggle, molded by the pain and ambition 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 here learned. This ain't just music, it's catharsis. It's the voice of the voiceless, the echo of our hopes 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 hustle ain't for the weak. It's a maze out here, filled with deceit. You gotta be hungry to survive, to climb up the ranks and grab that green. They say diamonds are a girl's best friend, but out here in the streets, they're just a symbol. A symbol of power. But behind those shining stones, there's darkness lurking. You gotta watch your back 'cause everyone wants what you got. The game can corrupt you, turn a friend into a stranger. It's a fine line between fame and hell.
From Bricks to Brilliance
Building anything remarkable begins with a simple foundation. Just as architects lay the groundwork with sturdy bricks, so too must we cultivate unshakable base for our aspirations. This initial step is often overlooked, however it holds the key to achieving true brilliance.
From there, imagination takes over. Ideas blossom like vibrant flowers, each one a potential masterpiece waiting to be developed into reality. The process is not without its challenges; roadblocks are inevitable along the way. But with perseverance, we can overcome any difficulty.
Remember, every groundbreaking invention, each artistic masterpiece, and monumental 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 shit. The streets stunk of burnt rubber and broken promises. We were chasing that quick cash, caught in a cycle of our own making. Every day was a gamble, a toss of the dice with death on the far side.
We were foolish and thought we could overcome it all. We thought we were invincible the law. But the streets won't care. They just going, indifferent to our dreams.
The nights were blackest. We smoked oblivion in cheap liquor and the bitter taste of success that never remained. The codeine pumped, a fleeting escape from the chaos 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 dominating . The average Joe? He's content with sitting around. You? You're gonna crush expectations. So lace up those shoes, sharpen that focus and get ready to break through. This ain't for the weak, this is for those who want it all
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 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 drive 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.