(Band-Bando-On-The-Beat!) she steps out when the streetlights flicker, Cold wind blowing, but her pace gets quicker. One night here, then she’s gone by dawn, Leaves three unread messages before she moves on. (I wonder why?) Her phone stays buzzing with names in a row, (I think she hoe) Everybody wants what she’ll never show. She knows every shortcut, every door, every street, ( bitches be creepin) Keeps her cards close and her rhythm discreet. (she belongs to the streets) She keeps the city in rotation, No promises, no explanations. ( cum as u are) From the corner store to the high-rise floor, (high priced whore) She’s already gone when they reach the door. Round and round, let the whole place spin, Nobody knows where she’s headed next. ( I know one thing' she givin head for checks) She don’t belong to a single lane, She moves like weather through the rain. (Givin brains to whoever payin) Sun still high when she crosses the avenue, Walks past the gate like she owns the view. Two eyes watching from opposite sides, Both think they’re chosen, both swallowed pride. She hears every rumor, lets the rumors run, Never breaks stride, never tells on anyone. Different building, same old game, New set of faces, but they want the same. She keeps the city in rotation, No promises, no explanations. From the corner store to the high-rise floor, She’s already gone when they reach the door. Round and round, let the whole place spin, Nobody knows where she’s headed next. She don’t belong to a single lane, She moves like weather through the rain. No crown, no chain, no hand to hold, She learned to travel light through the heat and cold. If the street gets loud, she lowers her tone, Builds her own kingdom out of skin and stone. Tomorrow brings another block, Another set of eyes, another midnight clock. She reads the room, then changes the scene, A moving shadow in a city of green. She keeps the city in rotation, No promises, no explanations. Every night carries a different name, Every sunrise knows she won’t stay the same. Round and round, let the whole place spin, Nobody knows where she’s headed next. She don’t belong to a single lane, She moves like weather through the rain. By the time they call, she’s out of sight, New street glowing under neon light. No one can hold what was born to roam, (what makes u think she's born to roam) She turns every block into her own. (BandBandoOnDaBeatBitch!) Park Lane girls move loose after dark Catch one lacking by the chicken shop yard She say she from 9 but she been on the move Legs in the trap house, she don't ask who Bring man round quick, don't check for the crew Next day her bredrin asking what you do One from Rye Lane got a different approach Phone stay ringing, she don't care who approach Pull up in a 1-2, windows all tint She hop in the back, make the driver all squint He think he the man till the call get switched Next stop the ends, she don't flinch These hoes on the move, never lack one spot One night with the 4's then she back to the block Don't care who she meet, don't care who she tell Phone full of secrets, she don't care who fell Catch her on the corner when the night get cold She got three man lined, each one get told Broad day in the ends she walk like she paid Two man in the trap, both feel like they made One by the window, one checking the gate She don't pick sides, she just regulate Next week same story, different estate These hoes don't play, they just circulate Listen, most people keep their eyes on their own pain, They hear what you’re saying, then forget your name. You can pour out your truth, let your whole guard fall, Still they turn your deepest scars into a story to recall. Life never promised that the road would play fair, Sometimes you reach for love and find nobody there. A heart that stayed open gets punished by the storm, Till the warmth in its chest starts changing They call you fragile when you finally speak, Like honesty is something only the helpless seek. So silence builds a shelter, brick by brick, And every hidden feeling gets buried in it. Keep it inside, don’t let ’em see, The war in your mind, what it’s doing to your peace. Hide every tear, lock every door, ’Cause they’ll rank your pain like it means something less than theirs. Keep it inside, stay out of reach, They’ll call you weak for practicing what you preach. A good heart turns cold when it’s handled wrong, So you learn to wear a smile while the damage lives on. You can tell them your truth, but they might twist the sound, Build themselves a throne while they push you down. They’ll measure your struggle, compare every scar, Then act like their suffering makes them who they are. So you master the art of a calm disguise, Keep the storm behind your ribs and the hurt behind your eyes. Mind, body, soul—keep ’em sealed up tight,
