Built From the Block: A Trapstar Mindset I came from corners where dreams felt rented and nothing was guaranteed, where every sunrise was another test of hunger and heart. The streets didn’t hand out favors, so I built my name piece by piece, rocking my Trapstar hoodie like armor and stepping into the day with purpose stitched into every move.

The streets don’t wait for anyone, and neither do I. My Trapstar hoodie drapes heavy on my shoulders, carrying the weight of nights spent grinding, visions I chased, and victories I earned block by block.I move with purpose, stepping through the concrete jungle like every eye is on me. In my tracksuit, my drip is deliberate, a reflection of ambit