What I got was a dope boy with hands
Mobbing in these street
Sweatin everybody when he walk and speaks
Testing him is like placing caution tape
Mapping out your body with white tape
And he comes to me safe haven
Embracing me like a mother to a child
Holy nation
Understanding not to bring trap life
To a woman who ain't stunting
Everyday he see her fight
He wanna drop stack on here everyday
But she got that independent mentality
Thats what he always say
Don't need that Louie fendi or prada
For him to come home make me scream and holla
Running these street
Mighty Dolla
Got rock at home
Never turn into something to be bothered
Never let the street weigh down on my shoulders
Making sure I get call before the midnight hour
It's funny to me but not funny to others
How you keep trap house and home separate
God has all the power
Climbing these dirty towers
Drinking these streets before they go sour
Corner dipping
Ain't got time for pimpin
To many stresses on the plate
To much shyt to regulate
But everyday with me we keepin the faith
What can I say
To him the street paved the way
In the middle of the night
I'm the icing on the cake
Waking up naturally
Couple of rounds he on me
He's deep taking all he can take
Not knowing the next time he will cut that cake
So now he gone
Back to the streets his home
And I'm back on my grind
Ear still to the cell phone
He'll come round again
Again and again.......
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