Lamar "Mars" Edwards - Dope Boy Fashion lyrics

[Intro] Ah, Yeah, Ah, Yeah, Ah Got big dawg E in this (Yeah n***a,bankroll, f**) Yeah, ah, Yeah, yeah [Verse 1] Mama could afford [??], so we served [??] In the kitchen, having foreplay with a .48 Drop it in the pot and make it [??] like [??] , whip like [??] and b**h ain't hard I was just orphan tryna find a wealth and fortune, with the b**hes in the trenches , I'm [??] Got my cookies on the stove, like we great Americans Scaling, get that mail in off the Merilyn Dead [??] murder bar, string dope Tryna rob, get shot through the peep-hole Got them cameras on your a**, be a star n***a Tryna get it out, she won't get far n***a Twelve riding up and down the street Wonder if we're getting busted, any time any week Tryna keep this sh** discrete If they come, we retreat They ain't' finding [??] n***as tryna work with [??] like he Dame Dash Yeah, he getting all the weight like slim [??] Got the motherf**ers trapping like the gym cla** 'Cus enough cash never was enough cash Nineteen, rocking Louis like [??] Got no heart in these streets, I'm a scarecrow I'm sticking to the money like Velcro Tryna come up on a Benz off a elbow [Hook] Street n***a (Yeah) That's all I'm ever gon' be, n***a Got a chopper on the seat, n***a Keep some d** on me, n***a Street n***a (Yeah) Got it all off the dope money Tryna give me up some hope money Stash the gotta-go-to-court money Street n***a (Yeah) [Verse 2] On probation, we put rollies, still rocking rollies Got gold on ice, got it like a [??] Got a pocket full of money, mouth full of trophies Catch your boy about ten, that was same code Say a prayer, after every transaction Hit the club in real dope boy fashion Real n***as, bad b**hes come with us so Can't talk much , we just stand [?/] tho Bunch of mini Gucci [??] running from the [??] Make a player [??] got and get some [??] Lord forgive me from my sinnings, I'm so winning winning They ain't getting to me, so I had to go and get it I'm committed to it, so I got my hand dirty Ain't no [??], ain't no sense of being nervous I was born broke, n***a tryna die rich What it got for me to lose, I ain't got sh** Can't miss what you never had I'm too obsessed with what I never had I want a thou now in every bag I'm tryna squeeze a dime off a nine I jumped in the game, I ain't in a [??] n***as say it coming, I'm just waiting over time Partner dropped a [??], playing [??] while I'm driving Tryna stretch your daughter, get my n***a out his bond [Hook] Street n***a (Yeah) That's all I'm ever gon' be, n***a Got a chopper on the seat, n***a Keep some d** on me, n***a Street n***a (Yeah) Got it all off the dope money Tryna give me up some hope money Stash the gotta-go-to-court money Street n***a (Yeah)