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Correct Did For The Streets Freestyle Lyrics
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Correct Did For The Streets Freestyle
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[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
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