Life In The Trap - Block Hustla
"Life In The Trap" is a raw and gritty Hip Hop/Trap anthem that captures the intense reality of living in the streets where every decision can mean the difference between survival and downfall. The track's heavy beats and pulsating basslines set the stage for a narrative that’s as real as it gets, depicting the daily grind, the risks, and the dreams born out of the trap.
The verses dive deep into the life on the block, where the walls vibrate with bass and the streets buzz with whispers of those trying to make it out. It's a world where shadows lurk at every corner, and the hustle never stops. The lyrics paint vivid pictures of dodging cops, handling business under the flickering streetlights, and the constant grind of chasing bigger dreams.
In the chorus, the song captures the relentless pursuit of a better life, where every heartbeat syncs with the pulse of the city, and the trap calls with an unpredictable impulse. The verses speak to the precision required to navigate this world, where trust is scarce, and opportunities are fleeting.
"Life In The Trap" is an anthem for those who understand the struggle and the hustle, a powerful portrayal of ambition, resilience, and the unbreakable spirit of those living in the trap.
Lyrics
Woke up to the bass in the walls, floorboards jumpin'
Neighbors peepin' through blinds, curious buzzin'
Streets whisper tales, the block got its chatter
Half the squad hustlin', tryin' to climb ladders
Dodgin' boys in blue, shadows on the corner
Dreams in the backpack heavier than a mortar
Streetlights flicker, map out the night's plot
Cops circlin', we duck low, hope we don't get caught
From the curb to the palace, dreams stitched with seams
Grindin' all night, chasin' midnight schemes
Heartbeats sync with the city's pulse
Trap callin', never know who got the impulse
Whip game's ferocious, rims gleam sharp
On the block posted, shinin' under street lamps dark
Phones ringin' non-stop, cash flow endless
Got dreams bigger than a mansion, relentless
Opportunities scarce, make moves with precision
Trust few, snakes slither with ambition
Numbers don't lie, but the paper double-folds
In the trap, mind sharp, gotta break the mold
From the curb to the palace, dreams stitched with seams
Grindin' all night, chasin' midnight schemes
Heartbeats sync with the city's pulse
Trap callin', never know who got the impulse
From the curb to the palace, dreams stitched with seams
Grindin' all night, chasin' midnight schemes
Heartbeats sync with the city's pulse
Trap callin', never know who got the impulse
