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 ascending. I'm a product of this struggle, molded by the pain and hunger in my soul.
My rhymes are my weapons, spitting truth at the world. Each verse a testament to my journey, website the scars I carry, the lessons learned. This ain't just music, it's catharsis. It's the voice of the voiceless, the echo of our aspirations 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 life ain't for the weak. It's a maze out here, filled with temptation. You gotta be smart to survive, to climb up the ranks and grab that blessing. 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 sparkling stones, there's darkness lurking. You gotta watch your six 'cause everyone wants what you got. The game can corrupt you, turn a hustler into a stranger. It's a fine line between fame and ashes.
From Bricks to Brilliance
Building anything remarkable starts with a simple foundation. Just as architects lay the groundwork with sturdy bricks, so too must we cultivate firm 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 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, every artistic masterpiece, and monumental 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 shit. The streets smelled of burnt rubber and broken promises. We were running that quick cash, caught in a trap of our own creation. Every day was a gamble, a spin of the dice with death on the far side.
We were foolish and thought we could control it all. We thought we were untouchable the law. But the streets don't care. They just going, indifferent to our schemes.
The nights were blackest. We sought oblivion in cheap liquor and the bitter taste of success that never remained. The codeine flowed, a short-lived escape from the reality that surrounded us.
Grind More Than the Average Guy
You wanna make something of yourself? You gotta grind every day. This ain't no casual pursuit, this is about taking control . The average Joe? He's content with scrolling through his phone. You? You're gonna become a legend. So lace up those boots, 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 this weight of a million eyes upon your every move. You bear 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 passion that keeps you going. You reach 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.