[Verse 1] All the words you said out your mouth, I thought you was true with it I was down bad on my dick, felt like you was cool with it You even chopped me on some grams, ain't know what to do with it You said you pulled up on that car and you had blew in it Your secret safe with me My brother for eternity Fake love, ain't wasting energy Said you'd take a picture with the enemies
[Chorus] We was fucked up, splittin' Mickey D's Ridin' in that Nissan, hopin' for some Bentley keys I was tellin' you about my problems with my kids and niece I ain't have no time for 'em, but I did for the streets And I ain't gon' brag on what I did for the streets I say I won't tell a soul what I did for the streets Better keep your mouth closed what I did for the streets Go up fifty a show, dropped Signed to the Streets
[Verse 2] Rather fall out with my bitch then fall out with my brothers Feel like we blood brothers, call each other's mamas mamas They knew we was sellin' drugs, they told us hope we save for college Fuckin' hoes raw dog, and we paid for condoms Niggas said they gon' snake us after, shit, we playin' defense Niggas who don't come 'round here came around but we had stayed and sneak diss They say you ain't really got my back, don't know how I ain't peep it Sometimes I went outside without it, you had told me keep it Whole time these niggas who was trill, you told me they was sneaky Lowkey I told them niggas fuck 'em, lowkey I was tweakin' You who you is today, you got clout from me Niggas lowkey in the way, streets can vouch for me
[Interlude] Sometimes I feel like ten your niggas will bust my brain, you hear me? Like for that paper, for this clout shit, like Know what I'm sayin', that shit bring disloyalty Know what I'm sayin', I ain't gon' lie I'd rather take myself out 'fore I let an opp Or a nigga I call my brother Know what I'm sayin', take me out this shit, like Like if, if, if I die or they kill me or like I hit rock bottom with no money, no nothing I'd rather be my reason for my downfall, not my brother's You know what I'm sayin'?
[Chorus] We was fucked up, splittin' Mickey D's Ridin' in that Nissan, hopin' for some Bentley keys I was tellin' you about my problems with my kids and niece I ain't have no time for 'em, but I did for the streets And I ain't gon' brag on what I did for the streets I say I won't tell a soul what I did for the streets Better keep your mouth closed what I did for the streets Go up fifty a show, dropped Signed to the Streets
[Outro] OG ParkerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
