Sucked into the Game

The line vanished between reality and the game. Every fiber of my being was consumed in achieving victory, even if it meant giving up everything I held dear. Outside whispers reached me, but they were meaningless. All that mattered was the next level, the next quest, the rush of conquering the unknown.

• I felt like a dream, only one where the stakes were far too high.
• There was no escape foreseen, only the relentless drive to win.
• My perception outside the game had become a hazy, forgotten thought.

I was trapped in this digital prison of my own creation, unable to tell apart what was real and what was imagined.

Diamond Drip & Street Dreams

This track is all about that bling. It's clear stacks on stacks of diamonds, drip so hard. It's the hustle that puts you to the top, living large. It ain't easy, but when you get there, you shine. That's Diamond Drip & Street Dreams|Life on my terms|The real deal.

Emerge From the Concrete Jungle

The city grinds around you, a labyrinth of glass and lights. It's easy to feel lost in the frenzy, to sink into the anonymity of the crowd. But deep beneath the surface, a fire flickers. A yearning for something real. This is where our story begins. The journey to climb above the concrete jungle, to claim your own place. It's a rewarding path, paved with broken dreams and hidden opportunities. But for those who dare, the view from the top is unforgettable.

Neon Noir Requiem

This isn't your typical concert experience. In this dazzling, brutal, and hauntingly beautiful world, music soars through neon-drenched streets, echoing off grimy walls and spilling from smoky jazz clubs. The heartbeat of the city itself forms the foundation of this symphony, a tapestry woven from gunfire, laughter, despair, and the sweet promise of redemption. Every melody is steeped with the raw energy of Sin City, where hope and darkness dance in an intoxicating embrace.

Thug Life Melodies

These vibes ain't your mama's songs. We talkin' 'bout dark bass, raw vocals, and lyrics that reflect the true life of the streets. It's a atmosphere that grips you in and doesn't let go. This Trapstar ain't just music, it's a movement.

You feel me?

Dreams on Codeine and Dirty Plots

Yo, this ain't no fairy tale, this is/it's the real deal. Streets is cold, man, you gotta hustle hard/real hard/all day. Codeine/Lean/Purple Stuff got me dreamin', schemin' on ways to stack that paper/cash/dough. I see vision/a way/opportunity in every corner, but it ain't easy, nah. Gotta stay focused/on point/tuned in, dodge the snakes and keep it real/stay true/be yourself. This life ain't no walk in the park. But I'm built for this/ready to ride/down for it.