Did For The Streets Freestyle

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

My head so fucked up, I know niggas I won't see no more

My family talk about me more than opps, who hating more?

I been be-trade, it's amazing, 100K my payment

I stayed impatient, lost my brother, that shit drove me crazy

My feelings frozen, tried to play me, ain’t goin', on baby

They closed that door, I kicked it in, 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

Ain't gon' tell them 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 conversations

You been a goofy bitch who tweaking, I can't entertain 'em (bitch)

Lord, protect my energy

God, keep my brothers safe, these niggas enemies

He gon' go, he gon’ ride, he gon' blow for me

In the trenches it was hard, that's how it's supposed to be

I was deep up in the streets, ain't have no money

Mama down the city rail, was hurtin' to my stomach

You can't tell me nothin', 19, went and got some money

They tried to take me out of silence so just ride 'round with my Tommy (Tommy 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

Auntie named TaTa

Broke boy, boy, don't try you

Bitch was talkin' that rah-rah

My aim and shit had popped up

I come from that violence

Where young boys stood on that follows

I ain't fakin' shit, I made it, bitch, my homies shottas

I ain't fakin' shit, I made it, bitch, I'm drippin' in 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 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

Fuck the crime, Million gone, got hit up in his sleep

Just a shawty, I was young, had death upon me

Motherfuckers just be talkin'

All that sneaky talk shit

That shit irrelevant

For sure