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Alamo Records - Did For The Streets Freestyle Lyrics

[Intro]
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

[Verse]
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
[Outro]
Motherfuckers just be talkin' (Hah)
All that sneaky talk shit
That shit irrelevant
For sure