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Did for the Streets Freestyle
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Asian Doll
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I ain't gotta tell you broke b*t*hes what I did for the streets I pull up all designer, I f**k up the scene OG Parker I told my brother this my year so we won?t hurt no more I left that n***a even though it really hurt me more My head so f**ked up, I know n***as 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 sh*t 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 f**k with me In the streets, my back against the wall B*t*hes 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 b*t*h who tweaking, I can't entertain 'em (B*t*h) Lord, protect my energy God, keep my brothers safe, these n***as 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, b*t*h) I ain't gotta tell you broke b*t*hes what I did for the streets And these n***as, they know they can't f**k on me I pull up all designer, I f**k 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 B*t*h was talkin' that rah-rah My aim and sh*t had popped up I come from that violence Where young boys stood on that follows I ain't fakin' sh*t, I made it, b*t*h, my homies shottas I ain't fakin' sh*t, I made it, b*t*h, I'm drippin' in Prada I ain't fakin' sh*t, I made it, b*t*h, my diamonds water I ain't fakin' sh*t, I made it, b*t*h, my hair Rapunzel I ain't fakin' sh*t, I made it, b*t*h, they think I model I ain't gotta tell you broke b*t*hes what I did for the streets And these n***as, they know they can't f**k on me I pull up all designer, I f**k 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 F**k the crime, Million gone, got hit up in his sleep Just a shawty, I was young, had death upon me Motherf**kers just be talkin' (Hah) All that sneaky talk sh*t That sh*t irrelevant For sure
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