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
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
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