Ghetto life heavy, but your love feel light I'm a ghost in the day, I'm a king in the night Steel in my palm, but your hand in my other From the trap to the penthouse, we cover each other [Ad-lib: (Real talk...)] You don’t ask no questions when the phone line go dead Just keep the candle burning, keep the prayers in your head. I watch the gates while you're out in the street I keep the rhythm when you're losing the beat Don't need the diamonds, just need you home safe I’m the only one who knows the look on your face If the feds knock the door, yeah I’m holding the line Your secrets are buried, your soul is all mine. Baby, you’re the silence in the middle of the war Keep the burner in the dresser, leave the rose by the door It’s a gangster love, yeah, we riding on the edge Heart of a lion, but I’m haunting your bed Trap soul, dancehall riddim in the night You’re the only thing that makes this madness feel right. I see the snakes in the grass. (I see 'em too...) But you're the ground under me. (Always under you...) Dealing with the wolves, baby, you’re the sanctuary. They wanna see the empire crumble to the dust... But they can't break a bond built on blood and trust. Late night runs, hundred bands in the floorboards. You’re the only trophy that I’m truly fighting for. If the sunrise doesn't find us... Gritty Whisper] Then the moonlight will remind us... We lived more in a night than they do in a life. (Gangster love... soul on fire...) Baby, you’re the silence in the middle of the war Keep the burner in the dresser, leave the rose by the door It’s a gangster love, yeah, we riding on the edge Heart of a lion, but I’m haunting your bed. "Keep the engine running." "I never turned it off." "Roses and residue..." "Till the end of the road." ✍️ Lyrics & Concept: Kwame / garthmiller73 © 2026 Gator Muzik LLC. All Rights Reserved.
