This here track be speakin' about the grind. It's that energy when you're stayin' focused and barely givin' up. You groove through the tough times, knowin' that you want to keep rollin' forward. It's a vibe for those who always quit.
Diamonds on My Wrist
They Trapstar catch the rays, reflectin' back a thousand visions. Every flick of my wrist, they tell a legend. This ain't just ice, it's a symbol of all the hustle I put in. These diamonds are proof that I made it, and they remind me to always staygrounded.
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.
- Solidarity 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.
No Love Lost
He glanced at the crumpled note, her copyright burning into his vision. It was over. It had left without a trace. There was no last word. Just this cold, hard reality that their passion had been extinguished.
He could feel the ache in his chest, a heavy weight about to him from within. Anger? Possibly. Sadness? Sure. But mostly, there was a chilling emptiness where her warmth used to be.
No second thoughts lingered in his mind. He'd given it his best shot. It wasn't enough. This wasn't a heartbreak that deserved pity. He would rise above it, dust himself off, and carry the torch.
No love lost.
Stuck In This Prison
Life within these walls can be brutal. The bars that separate us from the outside world can feel like unyielding shackles. It's easy to fall into despair. Every day feels like a struggle against the oppression that holds us captive. Yet, even in this hopeless situation, there is always the possibility of change to hold onto.
Ridin' High
This ain't just about the sweet ride, man. It's about that sense when you're on top of the world, {rockin'|bustin' it in gear, and the wind is whistlin' through your hair. You're living life in the fast lane, dude. It's a state of mind like no other.
- Ride like the wind
- The world is your oyster
- {Stay safe and enjoy the journey|