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I ain't gotta tell you broke bitches what I did for the streets
I pull up all designer, I fuck up the scene
OG Parker
I told my brother this my year so we won't hurt no more
I left that nigga even though it really hurt me more (Hurt me)
My head so fucked up, I know niggas I
Won't see no more (They be partying)
My family talk about me more than opps
Who hate me more (They be hurting)
I made the trade, it's amazing, hundred K my payment (Thank you, Lord)
I stayed impatient like my brother, that shit drove me crazy
My feelings froze, he tried to play me, ain't goin' on baby
They closed the door, I kicked it down, I just been what you savin'
Go to sleep, I'm fighting demons every day now
Tell the truth in all my songs, I can never change out
And you know what you do, what you done to me
And them killers I'm with, they gon' shoot for free (Brr, baow)
I'm tellin' people what you done to me
Told my mama if she don't believe me, then don't fuck with me
In the streets, my back against the wall
Bitches that I put on switch up how you fall
They be speakin' on me dirty 'cause I got my name up
All these snakes around me, had to switch my lane up
All these diamonds in my mouth, money conversation
You been a goofy bitch, you tweakin', I can't entertain 'em (Bitch)
Lord, protect my energy
God, keep my brother, said these niggas enemy (Enemies)
He gon' go, he gon' ride, he gon' blow for me (For me)
In the trenches, it was hard, that's how it's
Supposed to be (How it's supposed to be)
I was deep up in the streets, ain't have no money (Have no money)
Mama died in the city, real was hurtin' to my stomach (Ugh, ugh)
You can't tell me nothin', nineteen when they got some money
They tried to take me out of sight, it's all
Jarrod with my tummy (My tummy gun, bitch)
I ain't gotta tell you broke bitches what I did for the streets
And these niggas, they know they can't fuck on me
I pull up all designer, I fuck up the scene
Who you with? What you doin'? You ain't kin to me
And his name Tata, four-four, but don't try ya
Bitch was talkin' that rah-rah, my auntie, she had popped up (Brr)
I come from that violent, you were young, was still in that five-o
I ain't fakin' shit, I made it, bitch, my homie Shota
I ain't fakin' shit, I made it, bitch, I'm drippin' that Prada
I ain't fakin' shit, I made it, bitch, my diamonds water
I ain't fakin' shit, I made it, bitch, my hair Rapunzel
I ain't fakin' shit, I made it, bitch, they think I'm model
I ain't gotta tell you broke bitches what I did for the streets
And these niggas, they know they can't fuck on me
I pull up all designer, I fuck up the scene
Who you with? What you doin'? You ain't kin to me
I'm the heart of the hood, they in love with me
All the kids screamin' "Asian," they run up to me
'Bout to cry, me and gone, got hit up in the sleeve
Just a shorty, I was young, had death upon me
Motherfuckers just be talkin' (Ha)
All that sneaky talkin' shit
That shit irrelevant
For sure
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