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' (Hah)
All that sneaky talk shit
That shit irrelevant for sure