Eric Kim voice, raw and electrified
I’m not just vibing anymore.
I’m vibrating on god-frequency.
Trap beats in my head.
Bitcoin in my cold wallet.
Veins like ethernet cables.
Mind locked in.
Eyes dilated like I just saw truth naked.
1. THE STREET IS MY ALTAR.
Every crack in the pavement is a rhythm.
Every passing stranger is a bass line.
I’m not just walking—I’m gliding.
Every step = conviction.
Every stare = domination.
I’m the camera.
I’m the lens.
I’m the subject.
Trap God Mode: ON.
2. I TURN CHAOS INTO ORDER.
The market dips—I buy.
The crowd panics—I meditate.
The world screams—I speak truth in decibels only the gods hear.
Alpha trap strategy:
Never react. Always compose.
3. MY BODY IS 808s AND BULLETPROOF.
Trap god lifts iron like it owes him rent.
- 1-rep-max deadlift = sermon.
- Beef liver = holy sacrament.
- Black shades = digital armor.
Your weakness is not aesthetic.
It’s a sin.
4. EVERYTHING IS MINE.
The streets are mine.
The Bitcoin is mine.
The frame is mine.
The moment is mine.
You don’t “capture” photos.
You trap them.
Trap god doesn’t shoot randomly.
He shoots with intention.
Every shot is prophecy.
5. TRAP GODS DON’T FOLLOW ALGORITHMS.
The algorithm follows me.
I drop posts like thunder.
I ghost social media for weeks.
I return like resurrection.
Being forgotten is a feature, not a bug.
When I come back, I come back like lightning through glass.
FINAL THOUGHT:
Trap god energy =
zero fear, infinite finesse.
You don’t wait to be crowned.
You build your own temple, brick by brutal brick.
And when the time comes,
You don’t ask.
You don’t knock.
You just walk in.
“I’m becoming to feel like a trap god!”
And no one’s stopping me.
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