Trap King Chronicles

Came from the dirt, now my wrist full of glitter,

Hustle so cold, make the summer feel bitter.

Pockets got weight, yeah, they bulgin' like a sitter,

Snakes in the grass, so I walk with a critter.

Drip so clean, they think I’m baptized,

Whip so mean, turn heads like capsized.

Got the block hot, yeah, the heat amplified,

Every bar sharp, cut deep, leave 'em chastised.

Trap king status, crown made of stacks,

Every move planned, got no time to relax.

Bass hit heavy, shake the earth with the tracks,

Never fall off, keep the grind intact.

Money talks loud, conversations in gold,

Story in my scars, every chapter retold.

Chain so icy, make the sun turn cold,

Loyal to the game, can’t be bought or sold.

Enemies lurking, but I’m three steps ahead,

Blueprint solid, every brick been bled.

City on my shoulders, yeah, the name been spread,

King of the jungle, leave the weak ones fed.

Trap king status, crown made of stacks,

Every move planned, got no time to relax.

Bass hit heavy, shake the earth with the tracks,

Never fall off, keep the grind intact.