For The Streets

[Intro]
(Yeah)
Day one, you was capped out
Whole story like a blackout
You gon' (fuck around, find out)
You for the streets, get timed out
[Verse 1]
Met you on a Monday
By Tuesday, all lies
Said you never had a past
But the past in your eyes
You was talkin' like a housewife
Halo, high ground
All the screenshots say different
You just switched towns
Every question like a courtroom
You start cryin' on cue
Playin’ victim as a weapon
But that trick overdue
Got a bodycount saga
That you swear ain’t true
Funny everybody talkin'
And they pointin’ at you (yeah)
[Chorus]
You for the streets, you don’t belong to me
You play pretend, then you play the weak
Lie on your back, then lie on my name
You fuck around, find out, that’s the game
You for the streets, you can’t defend a thing
You sell a story just to sell a ring
Cry on the ‘Gram, act hurt, act sweet
You fuck around, find out, on repeat (on repeat)
[Verse 2]
You was callin’ me controlling
‘Cause I peeped your tricks
Sayin' “everybody did me dirty”
Nah, you did that shit
Every ex you ever had
You turned into a threat
Funny how the common factor
Always you, I bet
You be gaslight, gatekeep
Girlboss, then whine
Turn a groupchat to a funeral
For your own design
Play the bitch, then play the saint
Same day, same tongue
Say you real, but the paperwork
Say you been spun (facts)
You can throw them crocodile tears
I just swim right through
You a fairytale villain
In them Fashion Nova shoes
[Chorus]
You for the streets, you don’t belong to me
You play pretend, then you play the weak
Lie on your back, then lie on my name
You fuck around, find out, that’s the game
You for the streets, you can’t defend a thing
You sell a story just to sell a ring
Cry on the ‘Gram, act hurt, act sweet
You fuck around, find out, on repeat
[Bridge]
You say, “They all crazy”
I say, “Girl, that’s you”
You say, “They all hate me”
They just know what’s true
You say, “I’m the victim”
I just hit mute
‘Cause every word out your mouth
Got a costume too (yeah)
[Chorus]
You for the streets, you don’t belong to me
You play pretend, then you play the weak
Lie on your back, then lie on my name
You fuck around, find out, that’s the game
You for the streets, you can’t defend a thing
You sell a story just to sell a ring
Cry on the ‘Gram, act hurt, act sweet
You fuck around, find out, on repeat (on repeat)

rap, Aggressive 2000s trap diss, male vocals. Dark, swung drums and snarling brass stabs over sub-heavy bass. Verses spit in a tight double-time pocket, with ad-libs answering key punchlines. Hook goes big and chant-like, stacked gang vocals and pitched-down doubles on the title line. Occasional chopped vocal drops to punctuate “FAFO” moments, ending in a hard, cold cut.