| I was down bad on my dick, felt like you was cool with it
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| You even chopped me on some grams, ain’t know what to do with it
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| You said you pulled up on that car and you had blew in it
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| Your secret safe with me
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| My brother for eternity
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| Fake love, ain’t wasting energy
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| Said you’d take a picture with the enemies
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| We was fucked up, splittin' Mickey D’s
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| Ridin' in that Nissan, hopin' for some Bentley keys
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| I was tellin' you about my problems with my kids and niece
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| I ain’t have no time for 'em, but I did for the streets
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| And I ain’t gon' brag on what I did for the streets
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| I say I won’t tell a soul what I did for the streets
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| Better keep your mouth closed what I did for the streets
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| Go up fifty a show, dropped Signed to the Streets
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| Rather fall out with my bitch then fall out with my brothers
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| Feel like we blood brothers, call each other’s mamas mamas
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| They knew we was sellin' drugs, they told us hope we save for college
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| Fuckin' hoes raw dog, and we paid for condoms
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| Niggas said they gon' snake us after, shit, we playin' defense
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| Niggas who don’t come 'round here came around but we had stayed and sneak diss
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| They say you ain’t really got my back, don’t know how I ain’t peep it
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| Sometimes I went outside without it, you had told me keep it
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| Whole time these niggas who was trill, you told me they was sneaky
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| Lowkey I told them niggas fuck 'em, lowkey I was tweakin'
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| You who you is today, you got clout from me
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| Niggas lowkey in the way, streets can vouch for me
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| Sometimes I feel like ten your niggas will bust my brain, you hear me?
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| Like for that paper, for this clout shit, like
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| Know what I’m sayin', that shit bring disloyalty
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| Know what I’m sayin', I ain’t gon' lie
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| I’d rather take myself out 'fore I let an opp
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| Or a nigga I call my brother
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| Know what I’m sayin', take me out this shit, like
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| Like if, if, if I die or they kill me or like
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| I hit rock bottom with no money, no nothing
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| I’d rather be my reason for my downfall, not my brother’s
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| You know what I’m sayin'?
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| We was fucked up, splittin' Mickey D’s
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| Ridin' in that Nissan, hopin' for some Bentley keys
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| I was tellin' you about my problems with my kids and niece
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| I ain’t have no time for 'em, but I did for the streets
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| And I ain’t gon' brag on what I did for the streets
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| I say I won’t tell a soul what I did for the streets
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| Better keep your mouth closed what I did for the streets
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| Go up fifty a show, dropped Signed to the Streets
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| OG Parker |