Gems on My Trapstar Chain

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Man, I'm walkin' through this city with my chest held proud. These sparkles on my grillz is tellin' the whole place I'm a playa. You know what I'm sayin'? This ain't just bling, this is a symbol of my grind.

Props to the crew for helpin' me get to the top. We makin' it work out here. No doubt about it.

Drip Hard, Trapstar Life

Yo, climbin' to the top, stackin' racks like it's nothin'. Live that hustler life, sparklin' like a diamond. Keep it real, ain't no room for doubters.

These streets are my territory, where I control. Got the sauce to make any b*tch swoon. hustlin' hard, day and always to reach the top. Stay real, stay dedicated.

From the Streets to the Stars

This ain't no fairy tale ordinary kid. He was born and bred on the harsh avenues, where survival was a daily grind and dreams were often just fleeting glimpses. But this dude had something different, a fire in his belly that wouldn't be quenched by the unforgiving realities around him. He knew he was destined for more, anything beyond the confines of his limited world.

It wasn't easy though, the path to stardom was paved with obstacles. There were times he almost threw in the towel, but something kept him pushing forward. Maybe it was the unwavering faith of his family and friends, or maybe it was just that deep-seated desire burning inside him. Whatever it was, he persevered, pushing through every hurdles. And finally, against all chances, he made it. He rose above the grit and reached for the heavens, becoming a shining example that even from the most unlikely beginnings, greatness can emerge.

Cruisin' in the Bentli

Yo, last night, I was slippin' through my hood, lookin' for some action. Pulled up quick like in my black Bentley, doors shut tight. website The whole street {was buzzin'|stopped dead|looked on with envy, man. I was on another level. Got out the whip, smoothed out my hair, and stepped up to the crowd. This ain't just a ride, this is a way of life.

It was a wild night.

Ain't No Stoppin , Just Trapstar Grind

Yo, lemme tell you somethin'. This ain't no game. This is the trap|hustle|grind. We breathin' for this, ya feel me? All damn time, it's about stackin' that paper. No sleep.

We ain't got boundaries. We climbin' for the top. The game' ours to take over.

It's a harsh road, but we ride together.

Gettin' Rich Off the Codeine Dreams

This grind ain't for the faint of heart. You gotta be tough and ready to rise. The codeine got us dreamin' big, see? Visions of Lambos and stacks of cash so high they touch the sky. It's a whirlwind sometimes, but that ain't gonna stop us from chasing our goals. We hustlin' hard to make these codeine dreams a reality.

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