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<BOS> Ayo Bleu Oh-ah Oh (Turn me up, Josh) Let's find a better time to T up, fuck that money up, can't re-up You rich, she broke, then get a prenup, got her body done in the DR She think she crazy with them E cups, I'm the type to bring back Fila Having foursome with the strippers, if I like 'em, turn 'em divas Feel bigger than before, I can never go back poor I can never go back to trappin' the quarter ounces in the snow I remember in my city, gettin' low-ballеd for a show Now I'm The Voice, I need two-hundred, I'll takе one-fifty plus the door Take my chain, then you trippin', I got money, now I'm different Nuski B-Day December fifteenth, that's why I really hate Christmas Told his momma that I got him, and she know I'ma stand on business Nominated for three Grammy's, a role model for the trenches Niggas dying for attention, niggas lying for attention Bitch, I am a menace, I feel like Dayvon Bennett All these niggas clowns, they be around, that shit a privilege Actin' like y'all killers, 2020, that shit different Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em— I'm from the go, from the go, from the go, from the— Let's go, let's go, let's go Take his soul, take his soul, take his soul I keep on crying, I put my feelings in my G-Lock I don't wanna rap and I don't really wanna be be bothered I just wanna sip, sip, sip, sip, detox I just wanna pop, pop, pop, pop, detox Grew up in the trenches with that mindset, takin' challenges Put 'em on then when he get on his feet, he'll get to vanishin' Mindset when I get up off these drugs, it boost my stamina That pink emerald inside my Nuski chain, it stand for Cancer The opposition playin' all my shit, I think I'm lit You doin' that shit on Instagram, puttin' police in our business Street nigga, I tell my niggas, "Go slide," I'm in my feelings They ask me how up it is with them, it's to the ceiling, oh I tell them that I'm thuggin', I just lost my bousin, my cousin I can do whatever 'cause I'm buzzing, I love it They say nobody bigger than the mob, I'm above it I just drunk some lean, now I'm sluggish I'm sluggish, do you love me? Loyalty, ooh Do you respect my loyalty? Ooh Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em— I'm from the go, from the go, from the go, from the— Let's go, let's go, let's go Take his soul, take his soul, take his soul I keep on crying, I put my feelings in my G-Lock I don't wanna rap and I don't really wanna be bothered I just wanna sip, sip, sip, sip, detox I just wanna pop, pop, pop, pop, detox3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (DJ FMCT) If you know me like you know me, I can't get tired of thugging I choose you over any bitch, and I can't deny it in public And I can't deny the way I feel, that's why I can't hide the struggle Felt like I was locked up in immigration when I got denied in London When I took a trip to the UK, I was thinkin' 'bout us How I was gon' flip them euros to US dollars to get you a truck And you ain't gotta worry about none of these hoes 'cause I ain't scared to say I'm stuck And I ain't gotta clear up none of these rumors 'cause you got my trust And I like the way your body is, you ain't gotta get shit tucked Sneak a nut inside while you ain't lookin', I tell you the condom bust We keepin' the personal business off the internet, that's why they onto us I won your heart with being real with you, not none of that designer stuff Denied in the UK Got denied in the UK Got denied in UK Got denied in the UK Walk around the crib with your panties on and your toes out I told her that she doing somethin' right when when she in these hoes' mouth They tried to get her post some lingerie, can't pay her no amount I post Atlanta tour, in sixty seconds, that shit was sold out My cameraman got locked up for some weed, some shit he ain't know about They told him to knock when you wanna talk, he went to sleep snorin' loud I asked 'em how long we got left, they say it's gon' be awhile I'm tryna turn up, I'm tryna go crazy and see the crowd Got denied in the UK Got denied in UK Got denied in the UK Got denied in UK2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS>

Ever since I built my buzz I don't get the same love And I told my niggas I ain't never switchin' up Started with zero niggas, now I'm zero niggas cause Had to get it on my own and they ain't givin' two fucks But I got it from the mud Got it from the mud I got it from the mud I got it from the mud And nobody helped me from the start So nobody don't gotta be a part Fuck the other side, there's loyalty in my blood Can't trip about designer cause I got it from the mud Sprite dirty, Crush dirty, like I got it from the mud I owe you, you can't get it from me so take a slug South Side of my city and I grew up where the wars at No school but I walked with plenty books inside my book bag Teacher say I'ma be dead in jail with my lil ass Now she callin' me to do a show where she book at 30K for a show, take 15 for a feature The streets are dirty bitch gotta be hungry or they'll eat you Gave bro 21 long distance, lawyers couldn't reach it He ain't tryna hear it though, cause he tired of niggas preachin' Ever since I built my buzz I don't get the same love And I told my niggas I ain't never switchin' up Started with zero niggas, now I'm zero niggas cause Had to get it on my own and they ain't givin' two fucks But I got it from the mud Got it from the mud I got it from the mud I got it from the mud And nobody helped me from the start So nobody don't gotta be a part4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Oh, oh, oh, ooh When we fight, can't let the world know Don't tell the group chat or let your girls know They'd be happy to see you down They'd be happy to see you down And my heart cold, but you heat it up Get you to the crib, lick it, beat it up Real power couple winnin', they can't compete with us Can't no one fuck this up 'cause this too deep with us But I love you That's why I'm into you My baby, oh (Oh) That's why I'm into you My wifey, yeah, yeah That's why I'm into you But I love you, but I love you You stepped into a boss situation Turnt up with the young generation Tryna give you dick, you can't take it Treat you like a virgin, you can taste it Please don't tell your friends my business Want you to be my girl, no friendship I gave her the code to the mansion Want me to suck her toes, she demand it Oh, ice out her pendant Put a Rollie on her left wrist I don't condone to no abortions Why you ain't keep it? (Oh) I ain't never been in love this deep, you know what I'm sayin'? (Oh, oh) Like my past, my past, know what I’m sayin'? I regret it (Oh, oh) But I think we made for each other, for real (Oh, oh) Never takin' love for granted Many die young before they have this Not too many of 'em growin' up and never had it (Oh, oh) So that's why with you it's a habit, we classic (Oh, woah, oh) You the realest so I make it a point to match that Every bitch from your past, try hard to snatch back Give me all your kids and fuck me good so I can snapback You the type to say that if I want it, I could bag that Deserve it all 'cause you be gettin' to it You deserve a bitch that'll hold you down through it (Oh, oh) I know your body, you ain't never gotta prove it (Yeah) You know what you're doin', I know what to do it with it (With it) Let's take it to a new limit (Limit) You know you're too smooth with it So come through, I'ma show you How we gon' move (How we gon' move) So come through, I'ma show you (I'ma show you, I'ma show you) So come through, I'ma show you (I'ma show you, I'ma show you)

So come through, I'ma show you (I'ma show you, I'ma show you) So come through, I'ma show you (I'ma show you, I'ma show you)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> DJ Swift on the track Mook on the beats Will-A-Fool I heard that shit that you said, it got back to me And I'm talking to the dead, just talk back to me I wish Pluto called my phone and he could jock with me I wish Nuski was in the studio to rock with me Niggas gotta run they mouth because we run the city We put drums on them choppers, man, I love them titties It be crazy 'cause the ones you love in competition Just kill me, don't alley-hoop me to the opposition Just feel me, just pay attention, it ain't hard to listen Just listen, you was my homie, why'd you keep your distance? Prescription, I pop a Perky, now I'm reminiscing Let's get it, we all can eat, I'm in a good position We just politicking and we talkin' about different shit We speakin' on, on, on thoroughbreds and real niggas And, and, and the sacrifices they made The, the, the Gino Colons and the Larry Hoovers, the David Barksdales The Fidos and Big Durks and the Terry Youngs You know, the ones that deserve to be acknowledged And the ones that should be acknowledged for being thorough I came from Kix cereal, ramen noodles, powdered Kool-Aid without the sugar I remember taking bundles, stealing it without them lookin' Spend the night at Coli crib just because his mama cookin' Why you thinkin' that we pussy? Just believe it's never cookie That's sweet, yeah, yeah, that's sweet I remember letting niggas hold shit the next week I'm talking back then, seven deep on backseats I remember back then, old homies tried to whack me I know they mad they ain't stay and we got it We rich as hell, in five stars eating salad And I was sleeping on that floor, sharing pallettes I got in my bag on one song, now it's a habit, yeah Why they don't love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me? Know what I'm sayin', this is a Love Songs for the Streets 2 vibe, know what I'm sayin'? I'm in that mode Know what I'm sayin', I wanna talk to the streets some more1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> AyeTM Wakin' up to gunshots every night, I wasn't scared Rules around the trenches, ain't no trappin' if you scared They gotta see you killin', it won't matter if you say it It doesn't make a difference if you alive or you dead If they catch you, eyes on you, it don't matter if you cared A couple killers been retired, man, they gon' do it if I see it Won't ask them niggas for no money 'cause I'ma do it when I land I was scared to show my past, I ain't wanna lose a fan I was standin' on my block 'cause I ain't wanna miss the chance To catch the next nigga try to slide, then he dеad Money on his head, bettеr not miss this last chance When I call, you better come, you better slide with the bread Shootout with a nigga, blick him, take a bleed shower Ain't no phones when we slide, police tryna ping towers "Can you tell?," fuck y'all bitches, I want my lawyer 'Cause y'all got what y'all got and it's gonna take hours I don't know shit, I ain't no coward Juvenile, I bought myself out with my allowance I plead insanity to the court, I need counselin' I'm the voice of the streets and they vouchin' (Yeah) Don't believe no rumors, ain't around, them just stories I call your phone a million times, I'm just worried My brother told me a million times that ain't for me Don't call my phone about no money, I'm recordin' They talkin' down on my name, they don't know me You know the world change when Oprah dissin' Kobe A lot of niggas left my side when I was hungry They probably love me, but they wanna see me boney You know the world change 'cause real niggas sayin' I'm actin' phony I'm the same nigga, you try to take somethin', I act a donkey And you actin' real, I told your ass you actin' only You the type to carry a hundred cash and still ask for money (You a stupid nigga) You the type of nigga, ain't no rumors, you'll make one You the type of nigga to drop a name, make a case come You the type of nigga to spend your last on a lace front You the type of nigga to say you slidin', no, you ain't huntin', yeahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Spread the love, spread the love Spread the love, spread the love, spread the love (DY Krazy) Spread the love, spread the love, spread the love

Spread the love, spread the love, spread the love (8-8-8-8) Before I be fake, I'll stay away from you (I'll stay away from you, let's get it) You believe that rumor, you don't think that I'll takе from you (Oh, oh) Hunnid racks, all cash, if they play with you (Oh, oh) My brothers fall out and they can't makе me chose (Yeah, yeah) He said he love me to death, April Fool's (April Fool's) Read the paper, said he was tellin' so I'ma take you to him (I'ma take you to him) It's in my blood, this street shit in my blood (In my blood) I say my life misunderstood (Misunderstood) Why they ain't ever show no love? Oh-oh, oh-oh (You know what I'm sayin', right is right, wrong is wrong, you know?) (Know what I'm sayin'? We go by the code) Oh-oh, oh-oh (Tell my brothers I love 'em, you dig?) Oh-oh, oh-oh, yeah 2019, bein' true really rare (Let's get it) Gave her two K for a new Moncler (A new Moncler) He went to trial with a public defendant, yeah I know he feel like some of them niggas don't care (Niggas don't care) You see your brother fall, you give him some help My shorty on honor roll, I gave 'em help Take off them UGGs, I brought you new Chanel (New Chanel) I'm with three, four killers when I move around Sent you to an OT spot to get your drugs off I wonder who gon' stick around once I fall off You ain't ever been on no hit, fuck around, gotta drop you off Jail rumors that you snitched, fuck around, gotta drop the call Watch what I do in my raps 'cause everything we say gon' pop, yeah Love my brothers to death, we can't fall now, we ain't had no money Steady laughin' at these niggas who come around 'cause they so gumpy (They so gumpy) Watch my niggas throwin', get they check and act a donkey (Yeah) Before I be fake, I'll stay away from you (I'll stay away from you, let's get it) You believe that rumor, you don't think that I'll take from you Hunnid racks, all cash, if they play with you (Oh, oh) My brothers fall out and they can't make me chose (Yeah, yeah) He said he love me to death, April Fool's (April Fool's) Read the paper, said he was tellin' so I'ma take you to him (I'ma take you to him) It's in my blood, this street shit in my blood (In my blood) I say my life misunderstood (Misunderstood) Why they ain't ever show no love? Oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-ohEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Man, they told me, um My first-week sales, I had like sixty-some thousand, but they don't count J-Pay How the fuck you don't count the realest niggas, you know what I'm saying? That's that label shit, fuck that shit (Will-A-Fool) Got kicked out the crib, put a latch on it It feel good to sleep all in the trap, don't it? I be hanging 'round killers with racks on me I done made me some plays and put tax on it It feel good to come all the way back from it When you up, they gon' say that you act funny You feel cocky, you actually got money Felt neglected when Chino got snatched from me If you love the streets more than you love your family, you crazy They love you more, they adore you more 'cause you made it They turned they back on me, I forgave 'em, I'm crazy Them niggas gon' go, them niggas gon' roll whenever I say it Them niggas some hoes, them niggas some hoes, they don't get attention You would try to ignore when I'm at my lowest, I don't forgive you I was at my lowest, I couldn't afford it, I was so miserable I was ditchin' school, mixing lean and juice, I was off chemicals I ain't got a choice, I got a voice, this shit difficult Waking up to three million dollars cash, that shit a miracle Can't let a bitch put me on blast, I'm too spiritual They say I gotta let go of the past, I ain't hearing youEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Chase Davis on the beat, yeah When I talk, I like to talk to souls Drop that shit Knife in my back, hit a artery Home invasion to a robbery And I told you, give me honesty You filed my taxes, got me audited You hang with them, I don't want part of it You wanna fake 'cause you ain't start with me I said sorry but you started it You confused, you can't hang with us I put the dope in a Ziploc They stole my style, wow What the fuck happened to hip-hop? Free Sheety, he gave me the Crip walk My brothers addicted to stick talk The J's addicted to fentanyl I count up a check, I got big talk

41 M on a wrist watch Careers be goin' on a rapture Frontier was hurting my back I was dyin', now I'm flyin' private I put my gang over the whole mob, I told them niggas I'm biased Black truck came with a drive through My name, it came with the violence My name, it come with the violence My name, it come with the sirens My niggas got grills like Pyrex Kid drill was a fire fighter On the corner, we was fightin' fire In Chicago, I was at a rival Gettin' picked up in a Stryker You can tell that I don't like you You can tell I'm gon' try you Yeah, this for the savages This for the savages, this for the savages This shit treacherous This shit treacherous, this shit treacherous This for the savages This for the savages, this for the savages This shit treacherous This shit treacherous, this shit treacherous You don't know what the fame took Ain't been on the land in like two years Why they got me in the gang book? But I ride with the same hood And this money won't change nothin' Told bro, open the lane for me Don't give up my name, beloved You fuckin' a lame, beloved Her rib got my name above it Kiss Bernice on the cheek, I'm bogus for it (Sorry) And I be takin' narcotics A big shoot out on Cottage Dropped out, ain't make it to college I'm not no good role model I like to take care of my toddler Send money to jail for my partners You don't think I'm a a major artist Even though I got plaques and charted Swallow crack, I had to vomit Gotta do it 'cause the police comin' I'm from where it's rainin' bullets Nasty hoes don't wear condoms Where the street niggas support your talent Where the street niggas say you valid California Queen from a pallet And I had to get full of a salad From the home of the gangsters You ain't never say thank you Only The Family, the label I went to school for the cable This for the savages This for the savages, this for the savages This shit treacherous This shit treacherous, this shit treacherous This for the savages This for the savages, this for the savages This shit treacherous This shit treacherous, this shit treacherous2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (Ahh Ahh Ahh) (Mhmm) Never give your heart to a hoe (Mhmm) Never give your heart to a hoe (Mhmm) Never give your heart to a hoe (Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh) Never give your heart to a hoe (Mhmm) Nobody there, the money right there (Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh) You was right there when no one was there (Mhmm) I cannot lie, this shit was unfair (Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh) Walk in the room and everyone stare, yeah, yeah-yeah (Mhmm) Ahh-ahh, you, ahh Where was you? Ahh, ahh-ahh Ahh-ahh, ahh-ahh Where was you? Ahh, where was you? Ahh Where was you? You? Where was you? Ahh Ahh-ahh Why you be messing with me? Why you be stressing to me? Why you finesse for the D? Your friends be messaging me Tell em' stop messing' wit me, why you investing than me? You cheap That second degree, that's just a lesson for me When I was down, you wasn't checkin' for me, you was not checkin' for me Got arrested, strip at Magic, she know where cash is (Yeah yeah yeah) She love my adlibs (Mmm-mmm), I'm a savage Matching Rollies, got a bunch of them Want a baby, fuck the rubber shit She was always on some other shit That's why I don't ever love a bitch Like, yeah, shawty

I can't do it, shawty Always gettin' to it, shawty Count that check and get into it, shawty These hoes they for everybody (Ahh Ahh Ahh) (Mhmm) Never give your heart to a hoe (Mhmm) Never give your heart to a hoe (Mhmm) Never give your heart to a hoe (Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh) Never give your heart to a hoe (Mhmm) Nobody there, the money right there (Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh) You was right there when no one was there (Mhmm) I cannot lie, this shit was unfair (Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh) Walk in the room and everyone stare, yeah, yeah-yeah (Mhmm) Ahh-ahh, you, ahh Where was you? Ahh, ahh-ahh Ahh-ahh, ahh-ahh Where was you? Ahh, where was you? Ahh Where was you? You? Where was you? Ahh Ahh-ahh Heart-breakers heart-breakin' You dig? (C'yeah) Diamonds they drip on the sidekick When you was in love, I would buy shit Started to sound like a pimp, everything you say rhyme, bitch I'ma drill it, take that shit off and go fuck on a side bitch Give her the Rolls, and I hope she choke on the weed, weed I was just telling you, you gon' be king of the 3D You ready? Didn't have all that planned Had plans on being with you 'til you was grand' But you gon' find out tonight I'ma go out tonight, I'ma buy the bar out tonight I'ma go 'n' fuck somebody tonight Pick me up some bodies, like it don’t come with life (Ahh Ahh Ahh) (Mhmm) Never give your heart to a hoe (Mhmm) Never give your heart to a hoe (Mhmm) Never give your heart to a hoe (Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh) Never give your heart to a hoe (Mhmm) Nobody there, the money right there (Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh) You was right there when no one was there (Mhmm) I cannot lie, this shit was unfair (Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh) Walk in the room and everyone stare, yeah, yeah-yeah (Mhmm)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Turn Me Up Josh Ayo Bleu Young Cutta, run it up Truth is (Truth is) Wake up in the night and I think about granny Truth is (Truth is) And I love my bitch, I share my addy Truth is (Truth is) I got off drugs, I don't feel like an addict Truth is (Truth is) I love the streets, they respect my daddy And to be honest And in the streets, we goin' down And to be honest And I swear this cash, it turn you sad And to be honest And I kept on goin', I kept tryin' And to be honest You know I keep on goin', I feel like I'm dyin' I give you my heart, just know my pain attached Too deep in bonds when I'm payin' cash This money counter saved me a lot of hands You cross me once, can't get another chance Took the strippers down to San Fran' I get called, I told his best friends Half time, my jammer fucked up my damn pants 'Cause you my brother, your friends ain't none of my friends I told on Trey but he ain't understand He fell in love with her OnlyFans The opps so goofy, his friends is only fans Too high off thirty, that's why I be poppin' tens My brother got shot, say he won't get shot again V. Roy been real ever since we locked it in Paid off my time, it's actually goin' big They got your statement, I say, "Am I going to see it?" I knew I was goin' to jail when I lost my hearin' That shit get too close, then they disappearin' I text my mama when I woke up to millions And I kept cheesin' like this life is brilliant Truth is (Truth is)

Wake up in the night and I think about granny Truth is (Truth is) And I love my bitch, I share my addy Truth is (Truth is) I got off drugs, I don't feel like an addict Truth is (Truth is) I love the streets, they respect my daddy And to be honest And in the streets, we goin' down And to be honest And I swear this cash, it turn you sad And to be honest And I kept on goin', I kept tryin' And to be honest You know I keep on goin', I feel like I'm dyin' And to be honest And to be honestEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (TouchofTrent be wildin' with it) Me, I be selling them Hunchos, straight to the county, they get out, I get them a gun store I done been stuck in the trenches, I dance with the devil and I sell drugs to my uncle And I gave niggas the lean, the weed, the drugs, I did this shit off the muscle All of these niggas be havin', them niggas be claimin' they lovin', I did it with nothin' You in the streets for nothin', I'm doin' all I can, they ain't need for nothin' Whenever them people comin', why you gon' war over a bitch, alleged beef or somethin'? I'm tryna delete, I hop in the Jeep for weeks, I couldn't sleep for nothin' I like to preach and I am signed to the streets like I got the key or somethin' I take drugs when I feel lonely Ride with my gun when I feel lonely I sleep 'round killers when I feel lonely I spoil all my bitches when I feel lonely Told my brother we fuckin' with no condoms and we havin' babies all over I used to be around niggas I love for real but they had the hate on they shoulder I was in the kitchen, niggas water-whippin' and I feel like they was hittin' the yola And it was blowin' my mind, I landed in Cali, them bitches was hittin' the coke Foenem came to the crib, told 'em to get the room 'cause niggas can't sleep on the sofa I was taking Percocets, he was off the water, that nigga was deep in the ocean I gotta get it in motion (Yeah), I steady look over my shoulders (Yeah) I'm beatin' my case with a motion (Yeah), pass me a Tesla, I'm rollin', rollin', rollin' Wake me up 'cause them Percs callin', Mikey-ikey, yeah, that's my doggy He know I'm straight that whenever he call me, keep it street, whatchu mean you saw me? I fell asleep with the Nina on me, these whole carats, Aquafina on me Only The Family that's on my family, I love my family, I don't need homies I take drugs when I feel lonely Ride with my gun when I feel lonely I sleep 'round killers when I feel lonely I spoil all my bitches when I feel lonely4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Put down savages, picked up vultures (vultures) When you pop that's when they want you (want you) You turn your head they gon' dome you (dome you) Just for thinkin' they your homie (homie) New G-Wagon by my lonely (skrt skrt skrt) I'm just smokin' by my lonely (by my lonely) Percocet fuck up my colon (up my colon) It's crazy how the streets want me (want me) The streets want me, I'm signed to the streets (The streets want me) The streets want me, I'm signed to the streets (The streets want me) The streets want me, I'm signed to the streets (to the streets) They want me, I'm signed to the streets (let's get it) Grew my dreads back, label me a menace She want xanax, gotta swallow penis You ain't no bag yet, you ain't got no fifties, that's them drums Them stripper hoes gon' talk about you if you don't throw no ones I'ma keep a couple of mine 'cause we don't throw no guns How the fuck you gon' go to war with me when you ain't got no funds Shit get risky with you when you ain't got no conscious You should see that AP face, I got it polished Pour up syrup Serve on the first Swerve in the vert, put Rollie The money is first Ain't doing no verse Lil B give 'em the curse Put down savages, picked up vultures (vultures) When you pop that's when they want you (want you) You turn your head they gon' dome you (dome you) Just for thinkin' they your homie (homie) New G-Wagon by my lonely (skrt skrt skrt) I'm just smokin' by my lonely (by my lonely)

Percocet fuck up my colon (up my colon) It's crazy how the streets want me (want me) The streets want me, I'm signed to the streets (The streets want me) The streets want me, I'm signed to the streets (The streets want me) The streets want me, I'm signed to the streets (to the streets) They want me, I'm signed to the streets (let's get it) I don't got goons, I got hitters I'm with some dope boys and some killers, yeah She act petty when I don't feel her I cut her off like the umbilical (what's that?) cord The kushy that I'm blowing it hit hard like Floyd I come from the trenches, now I'm making noise The streets love me, they know I keep that heat The streets signed me, I got what they need (federal) They wasn't lettin' no cut on it Glock nineteen, it's tucked on me Caught you so I clutch on it Told my plug to rush on it Fly paper, she stuck on me She want a Birkin bag She pulled up in a purple Jag Bumpin' Durk and Bagg Put down savages, picked up vultures (vultures) When you pop that's when they want you (want you) You turn your head they gon' dome you (dome you) Just for thinkin' they your homie (homie) New G-Wagon by my lonely (skrt skrt skrt) I'm just smokin' by my lonely (by my lonely) Percocet fuck up my colon (up my colon) It's crazy how the streets want me (want me)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Nigga I'll a tweak 'bout my money Up at night, no sleep 'bout my money Get your ass killed in a week 'bout my money I'm off a pill and I'm geeked 'bout my money I'm living that lifestyle, livin' that lifestyle I'mma need it right now, right now I'm living that lifestyle, I'm livin' that lifestyle That money I need it right now, I need it right now I need my money Can't drop a mention about the opposition, forty flicker like a camera vision Dead bodies pitching, picture nothing better than the feeling Need cash fast , smoking dope gas mask, since a kid with the cig with my bad ass Broke bitches see it ain't my biz, but a nigga is the pigs with his fat ass I'd take a slug for mine, lifestyle to live cause I love to grind Judge gave his ass a double trial My sister, brother crying but I can not fold up No .48, and I ain't tote none, blood thicker likewater, put this on my daughter Building gone, these niggas ain't loyal they snitches shits Since Nuski passed I got to get shit, empty shit, thinking bro I got to get rich Catch the killer I'mma sip for him, like the lord just sinned for him Like I'm the maker, slang caine like the Undertaker Ops like getting confiscated, I'm just turnin' up on the block on haters Tell them that I made it Quavo! Young nigga bout my money, act a fool, this the lifestyle that I had to choose Waking up at 9, kick 5 doors at a time, you can walk in the mall with designer shoes Niggas they get you bout money, they hungry for honey Meanwhile I'm over here in a foreign country, nigga wanna know who done it You gotta survive, the jungle safari, I'm a legend alive You got no rings like Amar'e, pull out the chopper I'm sorry Do you remember the days I was down, I couldn't afford it Now I'm on, got the Bently coupe, and it came equipped with the Forgis Take him back to the bando, when a nigga had a J snortin' OTF and Migo Gang, young, rich niggas important Nigga better learn a lesson, young nigga this the Migo story Nigga better have my money, grab the 'chete, chop him down like a forrest Nigga I'll a tweak 'bout my money Up at night, no sleep 'bout my money Get your ass killed in a week 'bout my money I'm off a pill and I'm geeked 'bout my money I'm living that lifestyle, livin' that lifestyle I'mma need it right now, right now I'm living that lifestyle, I'm livin' that lifestyle That money I need it right now, I need it right now I need my money Offset! Right now! Right now! In my windy while I'm flying, demy fly, north side, I reside Entrepreneur independent did it on my own, yeah it was I Pistol Pete, my nigga Dada I had to shed a tear, I had to cry, I couldn't believe it when she got revived The streets is a jungle he didn't survive Guala, peso, euro make a movie call me Robert Dinero Wrestler flexing Eddie Guerrero go to the riches the streets is narrow Right now, you can get it right now, I run to the money dont need a tie

I'm watching my back like I am a owl, 30 round extension Laugh at you niggas like Richard Pryor, minimum wage I make 40 thou' You trusting that bitch she won't' hold you down Smoking on loud, that's surround sound There's a knock at the door I look at the peep hole I leave you with stiches so where is Lilo? Pay me my money before it get repoed All the dirt that I did, And the lord he still chose Nigga I'll a tweak 'bout my money Up at night, no sleep 'bout my money Get your ass killed in a week 'bout my money I'm off a pill and I'm geeked 'bout my money I'm living that lifestyle, livin' that lifestyle I'mma need it right now, right now I'm living that lifestyle, I'm livin' that lifestyle That money I need it right now, I need it right now I need my moneyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> VVS's dripping down my neck, I'ma drown ho Smith and Wesson, thinking I'm a game, I'm like Rambo Came a long way from the trenches and the bando Now it's me and Booka, Ikey, Doodie in a Lambo Switchin' lanes, switchin' lanes, can't switch up on my main gang You will die in the trenches thinking shit a game These streets don't love you, these niggas don't love you for real These bitches don't love you, these bitches don't love you for real You can't run from your problems, nigga, you can't avoid it They don't believe Rondo can get out, I got a lawyer I'm from the dirt with my brothers like we came from soil We too loyal to let this money change us, shit not royal Get out these streets lil bro, this shit ain't for you Just know that shit a lie when they say they love you Gotta watch out for that knife when they come and hug you 'Cause it be the same niggas to come and slug you I'm product of my environment Bro a ex-killer, come out retirement If he go down by himself for that case he'll tie you in They gon' pull your strings like a violin They gon' shoot your shit in traffic, no matter what car you in Went to the streets and asked the dope boys is they hiring? Gotta shoot something just to be with us, can't sign you in If you over there and you don't 'pose to, you gon' die with them Mama told me stay off these drugs, I need counseling Tryna serve without paying, something gotta give Always gotta chase a check, my son gotta live How the fuck you want they custody, you ain't got a crib? Got a crib, got a crib Never serve a nigga where you gotta live Secretive, secretive Never tell a nigga where you live VVS's dripping down my neck, I'ma drown ho Smith and Wesson, thinking I'm a game, I'm like Rambo Came a long way from the trenches and the bando Now it's me and Booka, Ikey, Doodie in a Lambo Switchin' lanes, switchin' lanes, can't switch up on my main gang You will die in the trenches thinking shit a game These streets don't love you, these niggas don't love you for real These bitches don't love you, these bitches don't love you for real These bitches don't love you for real These niggas don't love you for real See love get you killed I swear love gon' get me killed Been through so much pain, I'm poppin' drugs with the pills Yeah, I came from nothin' and I made it, niggas hate me Bitches tryna have my baby, I even don't understand it I keep get into it with my family, they keep askin' me for paper when they hear me on the radio station All I wanted was the money, never wanted fame Niggas actin' like they know me, they don't even know my pain Bitch actin' like she know me, she don't even know my name I'm a son of a king but ain't no crown when we talk reign I got hoels in my umbrella If I would've known, I probably would have done better Put my trust in niggas when I should have known better Bustin' my pistol, when it's empty, nigga gon' tell it I'm jealous 'cause these niggas fake but they get respect They lyin' in they rhymes, I tell the truth and I get neglect Really sold nicks and dimes, tryna get a check in Before dinner time, if not dinner, at least breakfast VVS's dripping down my neck, I'ma drown ho Smith and Wesson, thinking I'm a game, I'm like Rambo Came a long way from the trenches and the bando Now it's me and Booka, Ikey, Doodie in a Lambo Switchin' lanes, switchin' lanes, can't switch up on my main gang You will die in the trenches thinking shit a game These streets don't love you, these niggas don't love you for real These bitches don't love you, these bitches don't love you for realEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Take her to Calabasas, get a new crib (New crib)

Why you tell your friend about the group chat? (Group chat) I asked you for a threesome, you don't do head (She don't do head) You say I'm disrespectful, this what you said (This what you said) You said (You said), you said (You said) You say I'm disrespectful, this what you said On a mission to fucking two twins But I got a problem, I don't do head Fuck a JetBlue, I'm on a blue jet She gon' eat me up until I go, uh, uh Seven thousand on a furry coat, uh, uh Feeling like I sacrificed a goat, uh You still hit me up, I say I won't I can tell you really wanna go You said, you said I done introduced you to designer pills And you sucking dick for some designer still And I'ma ride with you like he gon' ride with his, oh A Boogie Mary J and I'm Lauryn Hill Diamonds water on me, and I be snorkeling still And I thought about you cheating on me, I don't know how to feel I swear to God I won't know how to feel You was fucking with me way before I had a deal When I had that curfew, you made sure that I was there On probation smoking weed and popping all the pills And she keep teasing me and shit, she know I love it, yeah And all my jeans 2K a piece, I got a hundred pairs And I can't make no more mistakes, I'm going hardest, yeah Yeah, say my name, say my name, say Artist, yeah Looking from a distance, a sexy girl Fuck her from her back, fuckin' up her epidural She fucking up my name, what I got a nicki' for? Put some love inside my heart, be what I'm looking for, oh Reality to my life, I gotta snap back I knew she was a whole ho when she sent me pussy all on Snapchat, yeah, yeah I know she in the Gucci and the Pucci, but I know she was a groupie fuckin' Nuski Every time you see me, all my diamonds water, water, water, water, it's a movie Woah, woah, in reality I love you And I won't give this feeling for nothing in this world Woah, woah I told 'em this a vibe right here Hit the bottom of the water, water, waterEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yeah, yeah I'ma be on some No Auto Herb shit in this motherfucker, bro Real Chiraq demons, you dig? (Deezy) Gang, gang PTSD, I be off of drugs in the day (Off the drugs) Gotta watch out for my dawg, they tryna get me out the way (Get me out the way) I can't be around my felons 'cause I got a pending case (Got a pending case) Got my dawg out for a ninety and I dropped him off a K (Man, what?) Called Johnny, no veneers, I need like ninety in the face (Man, what?) The one that died, he had like ninety to his face (Man, what?) I can't talk 'bout how he died 'cause they gon' build another case (Build another case) See, what's his name had (Doo-doo-doo), he came back, then he (Grrah, grrah) Every candle lit (Candle), I buy Audemars (Buy Audemars) I don't be focused all the time 'cause I buy all the cars (Buy all the cars) I buy all the guns (I buy all the guns), Herb got all the ones (Got all the ones) Ain't no G-Fazos, the opps buy all the lady ones (Fuck nigga) I know God gon' keep me safe, I got my gun when I pray (Ayy) We just found out where he stay, can't have no fun, we gon' lay It ain't nothin' but six shots, my hitter run with the A Ain't nothin' less than thirty shots when I got my son, I can't play (You know that) He just caught five up top, now his body numb, go'n slay Lil' bro got a nigga leavin' out the club, gon' blaze him Chiraq demons, you can't save us Coke and guns, that's what raised us I told Durk 'nem, they got buddy out the way quick, I don't blame 'em (Shit) All my niggas sellin' zaza whole, we not 'bout half-a-pounders Got the 'Raq inside the stu', boy, we gon' rob the out-of-towners Four-five at my crib, PO had searched my crib, he never found it Lil' boy, he better graduate before this Draco cap and gown him I fucked half the strippers, I was fuckin' Hoopa's baby mama I might pull out quick and bust up on they face, ain't use a condom Used to call them folks a snake, now he a snake, anaconda Every time you look up, all the opps be dead every summer (Man, what?) Every summer (Yeah, yeah) Every summer (Yeah, yeah) Every summer (Get back gang) Every summer (Get back, what?) Every summer (Get back gang)

Every summer (Get back) Every summer (Get back gang) Every summer (Yeah) We on Essex with two hundred shots every summer Lil' foenem be actin' wild now 'cause we got bread comin' (Fuck it) And I know a nigga tellin' every time the feds comin' (Fuck boy) Would've never got your mans, you wasn't in there saying nothin', nigga He an opp that me know from the 'Gram, call him fan, buddy My lil' homie just did some bad shit, he gettin' his dreads cutted (Right now) If he got some work and my block plottin' on 'em, yeah, they trunkin' him Top shots, he pop out, slumpin' 'em, they standin' under 'em (Skrrt) Over 'em, boy, you ain't no savage, I don't fuck with 'em I just saw the opps with all my chains, I ain't tuckin' 'em (Shit) And I walk right past 'em in the club 'cause I was clutchin' 'em (You know that) Lil Durk got a fifty, I got fifty, it's a buck on 'em (Man, what?) Every summer (Yeah, yeah) Every summer (Yeah, yeah) Every summer (Get back gang) Every summer (Get back, what?) Every summer (Get back gang) Every summer (Get back) Every summer (Get back gang) Every summer (Man, what?)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Turn the music up, yeah Feel like every time I talk, they listen, you know what I'm sayin'? Know what I'm sayin' like, I'm the one they look up to, you dig Let me tell you a story A story when I was a shorty I went to school on a daily And I was totin' my .40 My homie got pounds on pounds I go over his crib like a forest Askin' can he put me on now Like why you ignoring me I tell em go pull up a Taurus At the top shootin a Taurus I mix up a 8 and I pour it I left my feelings in storage Remember I jumped out the Porsches You ain't no killa, ain't torch it Don't get caught in the mornin' We catch you, then we scorin' Wash that blood with chlorine You say I'm a hoe, you don't know me I get you touched with no cheese Gotta watch out cause I'm lowkey Niggas be cool with the police I made a dub off 4P I'm in the trap with 4 P's I went and copped me a rollie I dun' showed love to these niggas But I mistreated niggas who gon' rock with me to the end Forgive me again, just gimme yo hand Them ain't my friends Y'all my friends Give me a chance Give me a chance... Give me one more chance Give me one more chance Give me one more chance Give me one more chance Man I thought you was my dawg but you tricked me You tryna play me close but niggas know you out to get me Should've known when I said nah You cut me off that shit was fishy I trust you with my secrets but you went and told my business Wanna be on the Forbes with you I dun' slept on the floors with you I dun' went to war with you And we ain't have no pistols I tell you stories when we both was dirty When I was broke I was splittin' the perc'y When I went broke I sold my .30 Couldn't get by and that shit hurt me Caught with a gun, that shit was jerky Called for a murder, they ain't showin' no mercy Snake yo blood, that shit ain't worth it At the same time ain't no one perfect Went on a hit, that nigga was nervous But I was blind cause nigga too thirsty Caught me a body, I built my courage Gotta watch out cause my dog was informin' I dun' showed love to these niggas But I mistreated niggas who gon' rock with me to the end Forgive me again, just gimme yo hand Them ain't my friends Y'all my friends Give me a chance

Give me a chance... Give me one more chance Give me one more chance Give me one more chance Give me one more chanceEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Tahj Money Ayy, pull up, Lam Be direct when you be talkin', 'cause you talkin' like a gangster A lot of niggas get confused 'cause they be knowin' that I'm famous Speakin' of famous, I had some famous bitches touchin' on they ankles Put a Nuski chain on my neck and I feel the love when it dangles When they die, they mama trip like they ain't know that they was dangerous You said you love him on your page, your mama knew that they were strangers When I got it out the mud, I ain't really know about bein' able Tryna take care of my whole family, tryna keep them bein' stable I ain't gon' lie, I be claimin' I'm the realest I can't lie, that fake love feelin' different I can't lie, all the real gotta feel this I can't lie, we goin' strong with these millions Goin' strong with these millions Goin' strong with these Goin' strong with these millions I'm goin' strong for these, uh A nigga told me that you told, but I wasn't runnin' with it I know how it is when you gettin' old, that's why I ain't Stunna niggas I had a team buy a Rolls truck 'cause I got tunnel vision You can ask 'em how it feel to be down, I was in that tunnel with him When what's-his-name here got shot, what's-his-name was runnin' with him And we had got on what's-his-name ass 'cause he was fuckin' with him I sold the lean right under the line, I coulda cut it, nigga And I ain't never mad about bitches, I'll fuck 'em with you (Mhm) And it's a blessin', nigga And I ain't gon' cap, I ain't have a Glock, I had a Wesson, nigga And I ain't gon' cap, my opps was big, so I wasn't wrestlin' with 'em I'm on that corner, he on that corner, we turned to Malcolm, nigga, in the middle Promoters act like I wasn't hot, that's why I'm taxin' niggas I told Whoop put down that lean, he movin' backwards with it I treat that one bitch like a game, what's your Activision? Niggas talkin' 'bout some bodies, I get to acting silly I ain't gon' lie, I be claimin' I'm the realest I can't lie, that fake love feelin' different I can't lie, all the real gotta feel this I can't lie, we goin' strong with these millions Goin' strong with these millions Goin' strong with these Goin' strong with these millions I'm goin' strong for these, uhEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Young Chop on the beat Yeah Feel like a celebration I made it (They mad!) Told them I'ma make it! (Broke niggas ain't gon' make it that far) Turn up They hatin' already, make me feel like I made it already I came from nothin', climb to the top 'cause I made it already They ain't wanna believe me, I'm their favorite already Cars and hoes and jewels and clothes, I made it already I made it, I made it I made it, I made it I'm poppin' bottles, I'm faded I made it, I made it Niggas say I made it, got these niggas hatin' Money team, I swear it feels like a bank that raised me Who'd a thought, the top spot, that I'd make it? Bronem got that 30 and bronem go crazy But I ain't really worried bout 'em Always got beef, but I ain't hear about em Chanel belt match the red bottoms She with you to get the bread out you Strip club, throw a couple thousand You could see they face when the bread pilin' See these 50's with the swearholic Broke ass nigga, turn to cab drivers Everything foreign, come from different countries All these bad bitches, gettin' different money If you niggas hatin', go and get some money If you niggas hatin', Go and get some money (Squad, squad, squad, squad)

They hatin' already, make me feel like I made it already I came from nothin', climb to the top 'cause I made it already They ain't wanna believe me, I'm their favorite already Cars and hoes and jewels and clothes, I made it already I made it, I made it I made it, I made it I'm poppin' bottles, I'm faded I made it, I made it They hatin', I made it, I hate em for hatin' "I changed my mind", crazy, why the fuck you got statements? And I started from the bottom, why the fuck they hatin' on me? Long time ago, had nothin' to snack on Had nobody to lean my back on No dyke, put the strap on 'Cause it's hard out here Rich nigga you left to starve out here Gotta play ya part out here Can't let em put ya cards out here 'Cause I made it, it's a celebration Why the fuck they hatin' on me? (Let's get it!) All the fancy cars, fancy clothes, fancy hoes, I got it Everything I got right now, as a kid, I couldn't imagine And I gotta have it, my shootas toe taggin' And you niggas might win, but my nigga's soul priceless And y'all on the light shit Red bottoms, fuck all that Mike shit I made this song, iont write shit Yeah I'm arrogant, 'cause I made it They hatin' already, make me feel like I made it already I came from nothin', climb to the top 'cause I made it already They ain't wanna believe me, I'm their favorite already Cars and hoes and jewels and clothes, I made it already I made it, I made it I made it, I made it I'm poppin' bottles, I'm faded I made it, I made it12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Fuck a footage, Nuski died in my face I knew I lost my family, I seen the color of the tape His momma still mad, so I gave her a break Break, bitch So long she startin' to think that I'm fake Chino, Asap, Pluto, Moski, Tayski, I can't live without them Gudda, that's 'Zoo brother I don't know him, but heard a lot about him Get smoked if you caught without it Thinkin' 'bout a pass, I doubt it Opps took so many factors, had to go and buy some choppers Niggas killed your homie, you ain't even ride Me and Booka from the Lam back to Steve Drive Folk 'nem extra Folk 'nem four, five deep On Pluto, Folk 'nem desperate Shooting shit with no mask on Fuck it 'cause Folk 'nem catching Have a kickback on your block We poppin' in every way Why he keep on talking like we won't turn him into a day? Niggas snake me once, then it's fuck niggas And you know we Muslim, so they had to keep the blood in 'em This will knock you cold, ain't nobody put no slugs in 'em Smoking on that Zeko, Fat Head, TuTu, Tooka, Lil Marc, JoJo Yes, we do it (gang) Ooh, doo-doo (ooh, ooh) Doo-doo L'A lost his blood, nigga If it was me, the one, they always had star, nigga And we was having heart to heart discussions Long nights in them trenches, shootouts bussin' Fuck the opps, we smoke Brick up in the lobby Got five brothers, they down for them bodies Nobody told Six ain't got no love in 'em Niggas out here spelling loyal, ain't got love in it These niggas bold Lil Boo told me how it was, nigga "All eyes on us, don't trust niggas" I feel his soul Pull that AK, let up Ain't a opp out here I'm letting up on Stello died for this shit, ain't letting up on 'em And I cried for that shit, this shit heavy on me (Yeah) Free all my brothers, I gotta go get 'em Can't tell you the story 'cause I'ma die with 'em You beefing with Folk 'nem, I cannot get in it If it's not a foreign, I cannot get in it Nobody knows, nobody knows Made this shit when I was all in my feelings In school, we posted up all in the building

Your homie had told, but that's not my business (he told) Niggas be trippin' Lil nigga, you know what you did It's crazy, I heard you be fucking with kids Yeah, heard you fucking with kids Murder, murder Nigga, we ballin' Money to the jail, lawyers and bail Money to the side 'case they be callin' I'ma press one, niggas be dodging We don't do this often Catch a opp and off him Nigga we ball Yeah, yeah 600, 600 (600), Snitch-K Yeah, yeah 600 (600) 600 (600) Snitch-K (Snitch-K) 600 (600) 300 (300) 300 (300)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Oh, oh When we fight, can't let the world know Don't tell the group chat or let your girls know They be happy to see you down They be happy to see you down And my heart cold, but you heat it up Get you to the crib, lick it, beat it up Real power couple winnin', they can't compete with us Can't no one fuck this up 'cause this too deep with us But I love you, that's why I'm into you My baby, oh, oh, that's why I'm into you My wifey, yeah, yeah, that's why I'm into you But I love you, but I love you You stepped into a boss situation Turnt up with the young generation Tryna give you dick, you can't take it Treat you like a virgin, you can taste it Please don't tеll your friends my business Want you to be my girl, no friеndship I gave her the code to the mansion Want me to suck her toes, she demand it Oh, ice out her pendant Put a Rollie on her left wrist I don't condoned to no abortions Why you ain't keep it? (Oh) I ain't never been in love this deep, you know what I'm sayin'? (Oh) Like my past my past, know what I’m sayin'? I regret it (Oh) But I think we made for each other, for real (Oh) Feelings got deep and you got bold Secrets got leaked but I don't fold You know what I need to stay here Baby, don't keep me waitin' Tell me when you on your way home I don't wanna fight with those I love I just wanna be happy, look Ain't much that I'm askin', no, yeah You should know, our business is personal, I think you're worth it all If you don't, I'll reassure you when I take it off Show me how you want me Fill up when you on E You know how I'm ridin' (Oh), oh, yeah (Oh) Oh, yeah, when you be touchin' Makes you think about fuckin' I got y'all, word, right The way I lick up on you Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I ain't wonderin' 'bout you, oh3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (Tre made this beat) (Ayy, pull up Lam) (Hey Boss, Did you sample that?) Every freakin' night and every freakin' day I wanna touch your body in every freakin' way Every freakin' night and every freakin' day Every freakin' night and every freakin' day I wanna touch your body in every freakin' way Never leave my side, she'll never leave my ways I can't even lie, know that she is bae

Gotta do a store run, she'll trick me with that long tongue And she had me lackin', I went to see her and I ain't had no gun Say she bring her best friend, she tell me it's gon' be more fun Only smoke that exotic baby, I don’t do shit make my nose run She say it's my pride, I let them bitches in the way Every fuckin' night, we fuckin' every freakin' day Talkin' Gucci poochie, I gave her slides and gave her shades She comfortable around me, took off her wig, I seen her braids, uh-huh Never been in love just ask my momma And she makin' love to a thug off Summer Walker She say, "Durk, I ain't know you moan," I say, "I'm an imposter" I fucked her from the back then I ain't even put her on my roaster She think she bougee, all that, I put her on my partner Gucci, New-York ballcap, feel like I’m from Brooklyn Told her I can't lack but I'd do it all for the pussy I told her she can get all that as long as she douche it, hmm Every freakin' night and every freakin' day I wanna touch your body in every freakin' way Every freakin' night and every freakin' day Every freakin' night and every freakin' day I wanna touch your body in every freakin' way Never leave my side, she'll never leave my ways I can't even lie, know that she is bae Every freakin' night and every freakin' day I wanna touch your body in every freakin' way And I hate liars and she hate liars Real nigga, my bio Got the streets on fire Real nigga, my idol Got time for no title In the streets I was blindfolded I done fell in love with a cold bitch Rather die inside the streets instead of COVID I'm freaky like you is I'm tryna wipe your tears I'm tryna have your kids I'm tryna have your kids Every freakin' night and every freakin' day I wanna touch your body in every freakin' way Every freakin' night and every freakin' day Every freakin' night and every freakin' day I wanna touch your body in every freakin' way Never leave my side, she'll never leave my ways I can't even lie, know that she is bae Every freakin' night and every freakin' day I wanna touch your body in every freakin' way2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> You know I love my niggas man, to death Free Nine I can't change for no bitch, no money, no nothing, you hear me? My loyalty's to my brothers, to these streets, you dig? Gang, woah What you know 'bout trigger hands with dummy What you know 'bout warrin' over money? yeah baby 365, tryna make it through the summer What you know 'bout lawyers bein' for the public? I just told my niggas I can't go broke no more I just told my jeweler I need an Audemar I hit the lotto, copped a foreign car Like I can't believe it Fake hoes, say no, ay Fly shit, better clothes, ay Chopppers and Dracos, ay I remember late shows, ay Crack 'til the bank close, ay Fuckin' one of Drake's hoes, ay Stashin' in the straight A, ay Where I'm from you ain't safe, ay War time pop out, slide Get killed, you go outside Not unless the mops outside Never rat, keep my mouth quiet Shoes cost your feature price, ay Free the guys till they outside Four hundred bands, that's why y'all mad Signed Hyp, that's why y'all mad Let it off In the roof and the hood like set it off Front me a brick, I'ma get it off Since I was five I been a boss Hear Rondo got out but I ain't seen the boy Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah What you know 'bout trigger hands with dummy

What you know 'bout warrin' over money? yeah baby 365, tryna make it through the summer What you know 'bout lawyers bein' for the public? I just told my niggas I can't go broke no more I just told my jeweler I need an Audemar I hit the lotto, copped a foreign car Like I can't believe it Nowhere to stay Always shots, nowhere to play My life so crazy now Spent eight on the section, said fuck Section 8 I bought my mom a new crib No more rent being late I told my granny she get the world and that's my word ok? Bar money, brick money Car money, stick money Give a bitch nine dollars A ho can't get shit from me I used to sell soap Gino ran out of coke I hit 16, I had to tote Because those killers ain't a joke And I was tired of being broke And I was tired of being poor Kick door, kick door I take it all and get gone 72 hours in a room I never rat, so get on You had to rat to get on Yeah yeah What you know 'bout trigger hands with dummy What you know 'bout warrin' over money? yeah baby 365, tryna make it through the summer What you know 'bout lawyers bein' for the public? I just told my niggas I can't go broke no more I just told my jeweler I need an Audemar I hit the lotto, copped a foreign car Like I can't believe itEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Young Chop on the beat Put your hands up, put your hands up, put your hands up Oh, ooh, rockstar Turn me up, John Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it Put prescription drugs on my tongue, I had to take it Keep my secrets deep down inside, I had to face it For you, I put my life on the line, that shit felt crazy They gon' ride still, them ain't Percs, them Advils Don't you hate when the guys tell? Hate results from a nine shell Take the fans off of lockdown, Securus call, I'ma press one Felony on my background, gun license, you ain't got one Trigger finger, catch a nine one, I remember swipin' bad cards I remember wifin' bad bulls, broke nigga thought the vibe off I remember totin' cap guns, a lot of pounds of that platinum A lot of pounds, I go platinum, woah (Rockstar), rockstar Nigga, fuck your homie, I heard they cappin' too My homie pull up lookin' like me, you would think they rappin' too They kill you dead, they sit down calm and smoke a black or two Salt on his name, they tried to frame him, free Makado A rockstar lifestyle, might not make it Put prescription drugs on my tongue, I had to take it Keep my secrets deep down inside, I had to face it Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Yeah, yeah I'm sipping real codeine (Codeine), two hundred racks on me (On me) I done put stars on the roof (On the roof), inside a galaxy (Uh) Flight after flight, I'm gone (I'm gone), I'm tourin' overseas (Overseas) My brother doing life (Life), cops never gon' let him free (Fuck them) These niggas not built like we (Hell nah), broke nigga gon' talk, he cheap (Broke) Me and Durk top dog like Meech (Like Meech), pack touch, we flood the streets (The streets) Pray my opps get deceased (They dead), ain't no love for the weak (R.I.P.) And if I die tonight (R.I.P.), bury me in my dreams, just 'cause This a rockstar lifestyle, bitches gettin' naked I roll up like 20 blunts, know that I'ma face it I been through like too much, why I'm gettin' wasted Fuck all of the fake shit, they hatin' Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it Put prescription drugs on my tongue, I had to take it Keep my secrets deep down inside, I had to face it For you I put my life on the line, that shit felt crazy For you I put my life on the line, that shit felt crazy For you I put my life on the line, that shit felt crazy For you I go and unload the nine, that shit so crazy For you I put my life on the line, that shit felt crazy2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy

<EOS> <BOS> TouchofTrent be wildin' with it I had a hard time tryna prove to you I'm in the city now, but I am passin' through One visit to the county, I see Makado She say she want my love and I'm gentle You ain't keep your word, when you told me, "Yeah", you said you fin' to You crashed your car, you ain't have no cash, I gave you a rental Gossip 'bout the streets, you had a convo with a pillow Fuck with me or my opps, lil' nigga, can't be in the middle Conversations, countin' money, we will stack it in the middle Had a dream we all shared, but we prayed individual Turnt your back on your brother for some cash and I ain't feelin' you Gettin' money in the hood, you don't spread love, then they killin' you Unc was in the box, he did fed time Shootouts on the E-way and them cats goin' down the Dan Ryan Number one rule, look out of your rearview, you'll get fan down Talk about that shit you did in your past, you did, don't say it loud (Yeah, yeah) Never catch a body, with a nigga that fear you (Niggas that fear you) How a nigga tell on my brother and be so fearless? (Be so fearless) Two-tone sit in the cut when I play the field (The field) How the fuck you feelin' the love when the blood spill? (Yeah, yeah) Blue stone, diamond cuts, gang-gang, sign up I was in the limelight, back to gettin' treacherous Slide when the time right, it was never shit to us (Yeah) Can't feel the drugs when they enter us (Ooh us) My uncle walked out my life and I can't stand him Knocked right on my granny door, but I ain't wanna answer It's fucked up he lost his life to some cancer Your turned your back, I needed you the most, you left me abandoned (Oh, oh) Niggas tried to hide they documents See, when he died on bad terms, I wish we locked in it I vouch to lose my life natural, not on the block again It's one point we had fell off, now we at the top again When I asked you, you said, "No", so I won't ask again Had a fight when I was locked up, they send me to max again And I don't get checked before my shows, just know them straps is in They'll do a walkthrough before I get there, a nigga packed again You can't leave love in the past, you gotta try again I gotta watch the way I park, that's why I'm backin' in My guys died so we drop ashes in the Lamborghini We do a lot to stay alive, I swear I'm dying to get it As for Durk and Lil' D, I swear I'll bribe the jury Pissed on himself when he got ten, hate the smell of urine Willow, Deliah, Bella B, I swear I'm dying for you Real niggas never run they mouth, I'm in that category2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (TouchofTrent be wildin' with it) I gotta stay off the 'Gram, the opposition DM'ing me threats (Let's get it) When bro'nem died, he got an autopsy, they said he full of that X I'm a young nigga who gettin' that check and I don't have problem with sex I'm a young nigga who pop my shit, they say I'm cocky, aggressive I get that vibe, you turned to snake, I swear I'ma turn to Melly (Let's get it) Locked up with the nigga who told on his mans, that shit Tom and Jerry Cartier skeleton on my arm, got my arm skelly Plus two bracelets say the voice, he got my arm buried I look out, don't know who trust, I say it's all scary I'm checkin' up on one of my dawgs, he ain't respond lately I took a bag full of stacks to a bond lady I gave you drugs, you ain't bring the profits and you say I'm crazy? I don't know I don't know (Let's get it) I don't know I don't know Is you niggas really with me? I don't know Do you think these niggas out to get me? I don't know Man you think you made it out the city? I don't know Do you believe the rumor, see who was snitchin'? I don't know And I don't know too many I heard them rumors that you was tellin' But I know you didn't One nigga say he didn't but I know he did And I know he's shitty You gon' get snaked tryna hang with different blocks, I know my city They say my brother hopped out the streets, I'm like, "No, he didn't" Headshot, fucked up memory Perky pill, fucked up kidney Spin 'round, like, "Who did it?" Fed call, free my niggas The guard had told him, "Three more minutes," yeah (Hmm, hmm) I don't know I don't know (Let's get it)

I don't know I don't know Is you niggas really with me? I don't know Do you think these niggas out to get me? I don't know Man you think you made it out the city? I don't know Do you believe the rumor, see who was snitchin'? I don't know1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (It's a LeekeLeek banger) Gang! Gang! We started this shit nigga, they know Niggas cross me, they know Talkin' I ain't did shit for 'em, they know Pussy niggas, I cut 'em off, bitch Gang! Gang! I just brought some MACs and shit, couple killers is after me Got the city all on gang dick, they used to laugh at me Had to cut a couple niggas off, and now they mad at me Had to blow a bag on designer, I'm in the fashion scene Mini chopper that Draco catchin' me lackin' me Randy give him two shots to his face, 'cause he lied to me Rest in peace my homies, I feel like them niggas died for me You ain't no street nigga You ain't no street nigga Bitch nigga And I gave 'em cash, I'm a rich nigga Before I got this fame I kept a stick nigga And I fuck his bitch, I gave her dick nigga Now tell 'em every reason why you sick nigga And I'm the reason why you got them bricks nigga Sneak dissin', catch him by himself, ain't got a stick with him 100 thousand jewels, I cop my lil' bitch a mink nigga Would say I hope you OD but I don't jinx Pussy boy, telling everything to the pigs nigga Talkin' 'bout I don't do shit for the fam, bitch I'm from the Lam 100 here, 100 thou' Free my niggas out the jail I'll never rat 50K, I drop it out the sac Bike life Slide on that Banchee, I'ma Meek his ass Nightlife Slide to his crib, I'ma creep his ass Left, right 3, 4 times, I'll beat his ass If came with us, I swear to God we'll leave his ass I just brought some MACs and shit, couple killers is after me Got the city all on gang dick, they used to laugh at me Had to cut a couple niggas off, and now they mad at me Had to blow a bag on designer, I'm in the fashion scene Mini chopper that Draco catchin' me lackin' me Randy give him two shots to his face, 'cause he lied to me Rest in peace my homies, I feel like them niggas died for me You ain't no street nigga You ain't no street nigga Niggas say Chicago ain't mine, them niggas lyin' Think about fuckin' with mine, them niggas dyin' Future got me poppin' a Perc, I took a few a slime Free the guys doin' real time, 22 and 9 Even though they want 1,000 pennies, niggas won't drop a dime They know we fuckin' hoes in the city Fuck 'em once and never call a bitch back I'm that nigga, follow who? Only time I follow niggas are for Twitter Watch this shit, go and get my own With no asking shit Past this shit, classic shit I might fuck a ratchet bitch Bitch I'm me, I can't fuck for free 30K to see Bitches sleep, got 'em mad at me People hated me Super sauce, I'm a super boss Killas super off Niggas hoes, niggas super salty And I got designer, Loubs and all Niggas straight snitches, just to lose 'em all Nigga what, nigga who is y'all Bernie take 'em off! Gang! Gang! I just brought some MACs and shit, couple killers is after me Got the city all on gang dick, they used to laugh at me Had to cut a couple niggas off, and now they mad at me Had to blow a bag on designer, I'm in the fashion scene Mini chopper that Draco catchin' me lackin' me Randy give him two shots to his face, 'cause he lied to me Rest in peace my homies, I feel like them niggas died for me You ain't no street nigga You ain't no street niggaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy

<EOS> <BOS> Who shot you? I don't know, they got you Way this shit going, man, it probably was your partner And it hurt my soul when I don't be talking to my daughters Free Big Meech, they gave him five plus a quarter He ain't never tell, he got pride, that's his morals Can't bump into them niggas, I can never keep it cordial I support my brothers, put they music in my story (AyeTM) Grew up with no cable It's so crazy 'cause I bumped into a label, got some money from a label They gon' rob until they stable And if it's for my brother, ain't no favor, yeah Gotta watch them niggas, they confusing They gon' turn they back on you, they find out that you losin' Watch the police on the Waze app, that's why I be cruisin' R.I.P. to Nunu, put his face on a Cuban, yeah If they don't support you Niggas ain't for you Niggas ain't loyal Niggas don't love you They'll take you You ain't a snake but they'll make you I hate a nigga who ungrateful Been in the streets for so long, I can tell you who play cool He ain't a shooter, he ain't shot shit And he ain't rich 'cause he ain't got shit At least keep a Kel-Tec in your pocket And I knew it was lit when Rondo had a rocket I'm recording in the Wraith room I got a freaky lil' bitch, she play with grapefruit She a lil' eater lil' bitch, she drinking Grey Goose We do the dash on the E-way, gotta watch out for the state troops In Boston, damn near fell out off them pills, huh You call them niggas your brothers, they ain't real, huh Your first time in the shootout gave you chills, huh? Knew it was real when he lost his appeal, huh You can't wake up and rob, that's a skill, huh You can't wake up and kill, that's a skill, huh Rich niggas come around her and steal her Come around her and steal her If they don't support you Niggas ain't for you Niggas ain't loyal Niggas don't love you They'll take you You ain't a snake but they'll make you I hate a nigga who ungrateful Been in the streets for so long, I can tell you who play coolEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> She know she a thot she gonn do the team She in molly world, and she want anything She says she want durk, she say she want king She won't worry bout tomorrow, don't worry bout a thing She know she a thot, she gon' do the team She in molly world, And she with anything She says she want durk, she say she want king ?????????, doing her thotty things.(2X) I don't love these hoes, but I love a thotty girl Let us billy jean, tell her baby its your world Rolling off a flat, but her ass non flat Any flack is fat when we juicy throw it back Smokin loud pack, champagne on ice She know I'm the shit but she said it's alright Bring her friend with her, I ain't fuckin all night She a thot to should have called her thot twice She got long hair so I pull it when we do it When she come she squirt and I love to make her do it I know she a thot But right now she lookin boo-ish And I'm off the shit so I might be talking foolish She know she a thot, she gone do the TEAM She in molly world, and she want anything She says she want durk, she say she want king She won't worry bout tomorrow, don't worry bout a thing She know she a thug, she gonn do the thangs She in molly world, and she want anything She says she want durk, she say she want king She won't worry bout tomorrow, don't worry bout a thing(2X) Them Foreign Cars I Got Em , them bad bitches menaging Her head game on thotsome, My Forgiato's off I'm ridin' out, my hobby, my Robins got the wings A bad bitch, she a bad bitch, and she like to do the team .40 with a beam call me Mr. Clean

Candy with the lean Promethezine I'm young, flexin, a vale checkin Her head game blow me, blow me the loud I'm smokin, smokin I'm flexin on these fuck niggas, fuck niggas And I'm screaming fuck niggas, fuck niggas And she got me rollin and I tell da bitch like nahh &i tell tha bitch like nahhh She know she a thot she gonn do the team She in molly world, and she want anything She says she want durk, she say she want king She won't worry bout tomorrow, don't worry bout a thing She know she a thug, she gonn do the team She my molly world,And she want anything She says she want durk, she say she want king She won't worry bout tomorrow, don't worry bout a thing.(2X)6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Gang, squad Ain't gon' lie, I'm squad and I'm gang, they the same thing, feel me? King of Chicago once again, shout out Sosa Remember My Name, pussy Gang, gang Nigga we ain't goin' I just made 200 off tourin' Bang, bang, bang Bang, nigga, bang, gang, nigga, bang I'm an OTF boy recruit Finna pull up to the zoo, nigga Loose nigga, free my nigga Zoo, he a loose screw Shoot nigga, we don't give a fuck, who is you, nigga? Food nigga, run up on Durk, he gon' lose, nigga Aye, 3K on the shoe, ho Pussy nigga softer than some NuVo I just took his brain, faneto I just hit a stain, faneto Aye, aye, aye, gang, gang, gang, aye, aye, faneto World around, they say they snatchin' Lil Durk's chain I be on Normal with 30's yellin' gang Bitch I terrify my city, nothin' changed (what you want?) Twitter niggas throwin' emojis by my name Bitch I'm ridin' through the opps Finna go and shoot Young Money up Grease my trigger finger, it ain't stuck I just told Kendall Jenner, can I fuck? Ain't no gang like my gang and they know South By SouthWest, I ain't goin' (Worldstar) Hit the stage with Meek Milly at his show (in Philly) He got Nicki , I just want me Dej Loaf Th-thirty on me, steady bumpin' at the opps Niggas hate I got my city shit on lock (Chiraq) I don't like Rugers, I like Glocks Niggas mad I'm steady screamin', "Free my pops" We gon' take some down, Faneto Gang I just told my lawyer, "Beat that case" (He beat that case) Call all the promoters, I need that change Run up on his ass, I need that face Gang in this bitch We snatchin' chains in this bitch Shout out Sosa, man, shout out to the whole 300 movement May 12th, Remember My Name, the album droppin' man You know, they know I'm on this shit I'ma fuck somethin' up, man Take something down gang OTF gang, 300 gang, OBLOCK Hit a stain, faneto Aye this my city, nigga Ain't any competition13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Y'all say you got Fredo and Reese on camera How did y'all get my info? Hello? Who is this? (you been the one that we in to) I don't sell drugs, I ain't a plug My background from y'all was plenty of guns (You ain't the focus, and you bogus I seen your ass on plenty of runs) Mama called, said cops kicked the door Not lookin' for me lookin' for bro That Phantom y'all had came back stolen In the trunk three sets, 36 over Thirty bricks, pure shit no remix Address came back to her shit You a striker, three strikes, he out and it ain't no fight Call cell partner why? Hit 9 with a manslaughter, damn And his bond two million dollars flat I don't care cause Imma make it right back And the feds they all on my back Turned that street money into rap And these niggas trippin', these niggas bitchin' Got em all in your trap

Nah! First 48 that's a homi, had 40, had Tommy Two flats got my zombie, one flat that's a body In my mind smoke Bobby, we ain't a gang we a family Niggas wearin' "oh my", niggas spray and niggas die Phone tapped up, niggas say Durk nigga when they jam up Call Fredo, bring the pounds up Built 300 from the ground up, war time then we round up How you snitch, doin' five months I'm leaning dry like I'm smoking five blunts I can have all the bricks I want I can have all the guns I want Niggas tell but I want Out of sight, out of mind Head shots then I'm out of town Pull a tec if you out of bounds Whole hood let a hundred rounds Now he dead, now he underground You ain't a star nigga you underground Everybody know he runnin' wild, everybody know I'm a problem child Let's get it!44EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I'mma say it 2 times with this money, money, on me, on me Gang! We ain't playin' with this niggas man Ay we different nigga Boss shit! I just say it 2 times with this money, money and it's on me, on me Why you tweakin' ain't my homie, homie (Gang!) Get this cash, cash, I just want it fast, fast I'mma spaz, spaz Get on yo' ass, ass (Gang! Gang!) No need for vest, vest Aim, aim, head, head, chest, chest, yes, yes (Dope) Shooters, shooters with me, with me Why you playin' 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s (Gang!) Get the shots nigga, woah (21) That stick gon' sweep a nigga up, you better not hit the floor SWAT team, Mossberg, comin' through the door (21) Tommy gun woah Trench coat woah Lil' bitch I know you heard how Young Savage scrape the bowl (skrt) Motorola beepin' (21) VVSs fleekin' (fleek) Lil Durk he got the 30 on him, he might get to tweakin' (21) I just pulled up on yo' main bitch and you know she freaky (I did) She know I ain't no sleeper (ya dig) Time to call a uber (21) Young Savage man I bought a Draco for my shooter (21, 21) MAC 11 smoke yo' baby daddy like some hookah (ya dig) We got Glocks, Ks, TECs, nigga and bazookas (straight up) Clip long like a ruler (straight up!) I just say it 2 times with this money, money and it's on me, on me Why you tweakin' ain't my homie, homie (Gang!) Get this cash, cash, I just want it fast, fast I'mma spaz, spaz Get on yo' ass, ass (Gang! Gang!) No need for vest, vest Aim, aim, head, head, chest, chest, yes, yes (Dope) Shooters, shooters with me, with me Why you playin' 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s (Gang!) Me I just came out of poverty I just spent 50 on property I'm from the streets to the gun violence Glocks annihilate you probably I pour up a four for my dead guys My hood is more than a block to me I keep a jock on me, a couple killas ain't no opps with me Bitches want sex I want all mouth We be them niggas they talkin' 'bout I'm saucin' I'm walkin', I'm Wayne now Don't treat I'm coolin' with gang now Overdose I'm like Wayne now Before we was strapped like Girbaud jeans Now we spend 50 on chains now And we put 50 on things now Booty died from dialysis Opp niggas was the happiest The city know we be wacking shit Real killa, ain't know accident Crackin' calls with the MACs and shit Got the pounds and I'm matchin' shit Guns and dope in the mattress shit Fuck nigga with the actin' shit Gang! I just say it 2 times with this money, money and it's on me, on me Why you tweakin' ain't my homie, homie (Gang!) Get this cash, cash, I just want it fast, fast I'mma spaz, spaz Get on yo' ass, ass (Gang! Gang!)

No need for vest, vest Aim, aim, head, head, chest, chest, yes, yes (Dope) Shooters, shooters with me, with me Why you playin' 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s (Gang!)5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yeah, the type of mood I'm in, I'm on some fly shit You know what I'm sayin'? I feel like pourin' up a pint, I'ma pour it up you know? Durk and YFN Lucci yea yea I might pour a pint, that's the mood I'm in I might fuck yo' bitch, that's the mood I'm in Might post up in the trap, that's the mood I'm in OD off the percs, that's the mood I'm in I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim I just might go Cartier for the rest of the year Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 grand for the Pair Yea yea Perky in my system I'ma vomit Trap goin' crazy and they know I'm the hottest Real gun not a emoji never shoot at comments Six of Hi tech in my cup it's never Watson (yeah) Tell them niggas (pay up) Day before the first day of school I used to stay up Dub bank allowed I was tryna get my J's up Shot my nigga Boonie he ain't want give his J's up I've been feeling moody lately, come give me that coochie baby Me and bro 'nem too related, never been a groupie hater Think I'm Fetty Wap in Chiraq, it's a zoovie baby The way I beat that pussy Kevin Gates, they gon' sue me baby (Let's get it!) I might pour a pint, that's the mood I'm in I might fuck yo' bitch, that's the mood I'm in Might post up in the trap, that's the mood I'm in OD off the percs, that's the mood I'm in I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim I just might go Cartier for the rest of the year Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 grand for the Pair Yea yea Walk around with yo' car on my neck Nigga playin' we gon' get his ass wacked No Instagram but a nigga gotta check Go get the money we was raised like that Free my nigga Ape they gave him 10 years man And Step comin' home but he can't get them years back yea Just gave him 30 told 'em don't understand all that I got another .30 for ya when I get back Oh Lord knows that I'm traumatized, the look in my eyes Lord knows we gon' terrorize every one of you guys Lord knows we don't never hide, we don't never hide Put you on the news, get you televised now you worldwide I might pour a pint, that's the mood I'm in I might fuck yo' bitch, that's the mood I'm in Might post up in the trap, that's the mood I'm in OD off the percs, that's the mood I'm in I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim I just might go Cartier for the rest of the year Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 grand for the Pair Yea yea4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> OG Parker 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 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 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 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'? 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 OG ParkerEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Southside DJ on the beat so it's a banger Fresh up out of bed, got a call, he was dead It is what it is, fuck ’em all, we ain't scared Back back to that shit, we hit it all with some fear He said that he ain't tell, what he said ain’t gon' stick Fly in, then you don't fuck, then I'm not payin' for your expense I told him order that Benz but send in back up, it ain't the kin Niggas stick your hand in, always ask for a hand out I'm fuckin' up with my backend, I walk in Chanel and I cash out I need that check I need that check, I need that check, I need that check I need that check, I need that, I need that check I need that check, I need that check, I need that check I need that check, I need that check, I need that check I need that check right now I’m in the stu’ off the X right now, yeah Rollin' on air right now Fuck around, text their ex right now You not so tough right now You in my city, you a guest right now (Uh) We ain’t gonna talk about drip I'm in Chanel, you in Guess right now (Pussy) I hit the road for the shows Just run up, gon' bring their poles with 'em A lot of these niggas so lame Don’t pull up, you ain't got your loads with 'em These bitches be playin' with their nose I pull up with a bag of Cole Bennett I pull up on Izzy for gold 55K for some gold pendants I'm sellin' drugs to my tenants Broke niggas always try to come with opinions (Yeah) Ridin' through the city in a Bentley Could've been tinted, Chanel, but I want that Bentley (Uh) Realest nigga that you've come upon Free Ralo, he run up a marathon Good gas like a Marathon Killin' shit with their hazards on A fresh 20 just to add it on I put 20 in my Rag & Bones Type of shit I be braggin' on Make a call, put a ratchet on you You a goofy, they gon' stash it on you You ain't gang, don't ask for money O.T., they tax to join Fresh up out of bed, got a call, he was dead It is what it is, fuck 'em all, we ain't scared Back back to that shit, we hit it all with some fear He said that he ain't tell, what he said ain't gon' stick Fly in, then you don't fuck, then I'm not payin' for your expense I told him order that Benz but send in back up, it ain't the kin Niggas stick your hand in, always ask for a hand out I'm fuckin' up with my backend, I walk in Chanel and I cash out I need that check I need that check, I need that check, I need that check I need that check, I need that, I need that check I need that check, I need that check, I need that check I need that check, I need that check, I need that check

I'm standin' on couches with CCs Gotta watch out 'cause they shootin' up FEFEs They told me don't go without bein' 'round killers 'Cause killers be watchin' these VVs You think he a killer, but his ass a goofy I heard he be ridin' the weewees His lil' bitch be trippin' She ask for some Gucci, but she know she get on her knee-knees Audemars, bust it down, 30, I bust it down Niggas won't lower the pounds You vouchin' for clowns, you can't come around (Pussy) Nowadays, niggas fight, these niggas gon' pull out cell phones Nowadays when we fight, my niggas gon' pull out a nail gun, yeah One call for raw beef, they tryna nail somethin' Don't condone the violence But if you gon' nail him, nail him 'cause they'll tell somethin' No threats on the internet I told my guys don't go way into that Next time don't have your kids with you I'ma tell lil' folks to go finish that Go get the Bentley, MAC I nut on my bitch with a pretty ass You not right there, where you really at? I'm on the Lam' with 300 guys, yeah You not a street nigga You see a shootout, you gon' get excited You not a street nigga Instagram watch your murder, you gon' get indicted, yeah Now my page on private (Page on private) Now my phone on silent (Phone on silent) I ain't tryna answer no questions (Answer no questions) I don't know what happened (Nah) All I know is he was cappin', trippin' Callin' my phone, tellin' his business I don't wanna hear 'bout no killin' And you ain't one of them niggas who killin' Fresh up out of bed, got a call, he was dead It is what it is, fuck 'em all, we ain't scared Back back to that shit, we hit it all with some fear He said that he ain't tell, what he said ain't gon' stick Fly in, then you don't fuck, then I'm not payin' for your expense I told him order that Benz but send in back up, it ain't the kin Niggas stick your hand in, always ask for a hand out I'm fuckin' up with my backend, I walk in Chanel and I cash out I need that check I need that check, I need that check, I need that check I need that check, I need that, I need that check I need that check, I need that check, I need that check I need that check, I need that check, I need that checkEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Dope Gang! Yeah 2 times, 2 times! Purple water, pour up that berry that's blue rain Diamond water Tity Boi 2 times, that's like 4 chains Boss shit, I fucked yo' baby mama in Mulsanne Fashion geek, fashion week, you should peep my shoe game Hoes wanna fuck me 'cause the fame, Ay! Ay! I think I wear more Yeezys than North West and Kim K Private jet, fuck a key I tell the clip boys that I'm late .40 on me, if you reading this message you too late The streets left me hangin' with some niggas I can eat with Ridin' through with Chicago with some bulls on some street shit Fuck a lot niggas' hoes 'cause I'm on some me shit Do a hit, don't go by for yo' mans, he know he hit Real lean, you a fool you thinkin' that I drink hit Pull up on yo' bitch i8 drop I might hit the swift Dab on 'em, A.B in the trap I might jab on 'em AP, I know them well I spend a couple thou on 'em 3 kids, they don't mean shit don't put no time in it I ain't talkin' college with these dudes, I put like 5 in it 5 for the glasses, pussy nigga I see 5 men Slide with me, crippin' with my homie free the guys nigga 2 shots from this Smith that's why they trippin' 2 shots from this henny I can feel it We come for niggas yeah we know the business Rob me pussy niggas what's the endin', like I stunt, gotta open trunk to see the engine I bust, get up close to me and see that .50 Like I must, get a 100 M's before I'm 50 Like Pine Crush, sip so much lean that I broke my kidneys Purple water, pour up that berry that's blue rain Diamond water Tity Boi 2 times, that's like 4 chains Boss shit, I fucked yo' baby mama in Mulsanne Fashion geek, fashion week, you should peep my shoe game Hoes wanna fuck me 'cause the fame, Ay! Ay! I think I wear more Yeezys than North West and Kim K Private jet, fuck a key I tell the clip boys that I'm late .40 on me, if you reading this message you too late

MAC is on me, niggas so do the Macarena, ay! Two seater, me and my main fuck I eat her, ay! Cool nigga, a pair of yeezys some Adidas, ay! 15 thousand, go up to 20 for a feature, ay! 2 pints, I was overseas gettin' it too high Too fly, I can get a mansion up in Dubai Drive by, only when I land up in the Chi Feds on me, and these niggas prayin' I get 10 lives Opps cats, and I know for sure they ain't got 10 lives Catch 'em one last time tell a pussy nigga bye bye Street nigga, way before Pac I was thug life Got up, it fell down twice I was drugged twice Can’t snitch, bitch I’m gang gang hoe I can’t switch Great hits, I ain’t talkin' music bitch I’m Ape shit Fake shit, only come around 'cause we stay lit Take shit, call Fat Boy Chubbs we gon' tape shit Man down, bitch my city lit, we don't play 'round Beefin' with my boys, tell them pussy niggas stand down Choppas mad rugers good night heard that gun sound Gonna shoot a nigga in his shit watch the gun shout Purple water, pour up that berry that's blue rain Diamond water Tity Boi 2 times, that's like 4 chains Boss shit, I fucked yo' baby mama in Mulsanne Fashion geek, fashion week, you should peep my shoe game Hoes wanna fuck me 'cause the fame, Ay! Ay! I think I wear more Yeezys than North West and Kim K Private jet, fuck a key I tell the clip boys that I'm late .40 on me, if you reading this message you too late2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Where you was at when I was in that war? I had nobody but me and my boys You niggas frauds yall ain't making noise But I ain't take it personal And I told you I was down to ride Now where you was when I was fightin' all them homicides But you wasn't with me in that war But I don't take nothin' personal I'm in that field where it get real With plastic ass niggas playin' with the steel Pussy change for a little change Try to hang where I hang and then you got banged I done see the shit happen boy I ain't playin' my young boys they be clappin' boy OJ and T-Roy Mikey Ikey, Chief Wuk and Cali I tell them niggas go free Mikey Lord These niggas they be bitches they be psych'ing boy Fuck who don't like me boy I'm a bull in this shit Where you was at when I was in that war? I had nobody but me and my boys You niggas frauds yall ain't making noise But I ain't take it personal And I told you I was down to ride Now where you was when I was fightin' all them homicides But you wasn't with me in that war But I don't take nothin' personal My first bank a case I had to calm down Caught a sack and lost J Money F-- around I gotta do another round I lost my guy that's when I went and made 100 rounds Now watch my niggas go bananas My homie got head shout out to Montana Chop 'em down like Montana I'm on the block I'm serving white, that Montana They told me I won't be shit They ask for hooks and features on some free shit I'm on some Steve shit Free Steve bitch RIP Steve shit Where you was at when I was in that war? I had nobody but me and my boys You niggas frauds yall ain't making noise But I ain't take it personal And I told you I was down to ride Now where you was when I was fightin' all them homicides But you wasn't with me in that war But I don't take nothin' personal And I told you I was warning you I was on D town I was on Normal too Abnormal Niggas pussy snitching on me informin' And I ain't with the bullshit I got a deal and I still be on that bullshit I'ma warn your ass another time Call my nigga numba 9

Nuski got the strap still Make your family go and make a will Police niggas go and make a deal OTF I'm in this shit for real Where you was at when I was in that war? I had nobody but me and my boys You niggas frauds yall ain't making noise But I ain't take it personal And I told you I was down to ride Now where you was when I was fightin' all them homicides But you wasn't with me in that war But I don't take nothin' personal9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Late night sex feel so good (so good) Bend you over put that dick inside yo' gut If the neighbors hear a name don't give a fuck (don't give a fuck) I'ma call ya, 2 AM I'm pullin' up It feel good (uh huh) It feel good, huh-uh (yeah yeah) It feel good (uh huh) It feel good, huh-uh (yeah yeah) It feel good (uh huh) Uh late night Ridin' 'round on a late night Hit me when you need great pipe Push up on ya get yo' day right Push up on ya like, yeah in the shower like yeah In the bed like, yeah between yo' legs like huh huh Street nigga ain't the datin' type Bad bitch keep my day right Magnum on I'ma safe type Glizzy on me traffic late nights Name another nigga better Pussy wet but didn't get no wetter Twin goose we can match for the winter Fuck all that say that shit don't matter yeah yeah Who do it better, fuck her wherever Know I'ma G fuck the rest of the letters No she don't think she just do what I tell her Take me wherever she tell me she never been Told her I want her for her and her friend Told her I want to put her in a Benz Twin ghosts that's me and Lucci them a whole lot of bands Late night sex feel so good (so good) Bend you over put that dick inside yo' gut If the neighbors hear a name don't give a fuck (don't give a fuck) I'ma call ya, 2 AM I'm pullin' up It feel good (uh huh) It feel good, huh-uh (yeah yeah) It feel good (uh huh) It feel good, huh-uh (yeah yeah) It feel good (uh huh) I show her the world and shit Rollies and pearls and shit, threesome She in them girls and shit Leaving them pearls and shit Get on my nerves and shit Bitches cheatin' that's the worst yeah Female version of Durk yeah Smoke weed pop a perc yeah Tell yo' exes big smoke here Chokers on I might choke him Why you call him while I'm strokin' Pussy good it ain't got no scent Pussy wetter than the ocean Hope I don't drown in it I probably get found in it When it get down we goin' rounds and shit I'm talkin' 'bout poundin' shit She go out-of-town with the bricks She my little down little bitch She my little brown little bitch I keep her around me lit, uh I like to get off the dirty Dicking her showing her no mercy Fuck with a curry that's perkys I'm in the trenches with .30s Late night sex feel so good (so good) Bend you over put that dick inside yo' gut If the neighbors hear a name don't give a fuck (don't give a fuck) I'ma call ya, 2 AM I'm pullin' up It feel good (uh huh) It feel good, huh-uh (yeah yeah) It feel good (uh huh) It feel good, huh-uh (yeah yeah) It feel good (uh huh)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS>

<BOS> These the days of my life Niggas gotta go hard Real niggas step up from frauds Gotta put money before them broads These the days of my life Extra money I'm maxing To get it much I'’m on a stratch And I tell her I'mma flex These the days of my life I'’m living how I want to Stunting like I want to Winning is what I’'m gone do These the days of my life I’'m living how I want to Stunting like I want to Winning is what I'’m gone do (Verse 1) These days of my life Gotta go hard for my money I can’'t really trust no bitches Never put a bitch before my younging I been locked up for a year Ain'’t got mailed or sent money But I know the shit was coming Cause this life all bout stunting I be reckless Ballin' like I’'m Texan Go hard cause I’m flexin' My wrist cost me a mansion Double R, my rolls Royce Money team I got no choice These niggas don’t make no noise Hell yeah, I'’m cocky Niggas mad they can’'t stop me Beat the Case like I'’m Rocky Bad bitch wanna top me Niggas wanna drop me L's up for my hittas Tell them free my niggas Balling hard with my niggas Everyday get silly These the days of my life Niggas gotta go hard Real niggas step up from frauds Gotta put money before them broads These the days of my life Extra money I'm maxing To get it much I'’m on a stratch And I tell her I'mma flex These the days of my life I'’m living how I want to Stunting like I want to Winning is what I’'m gone do These the days of my life I’'m living how I want to Stunting like I want to Winning is what I'’m gone do (Verse 2) Yeah, pop off pop off The champagne top I pop off Days of my life Real shit no knock off Gotta go get bread Molly girl, molly head You know without me you losing These stupid bitches choosing Only The Family know how I feel about them …I can do no deal without them I can’'t even live without them Yeah, and I’mma climb up to the top Money up and it wi’ll not drop Foreign cars with foreign broads Niggas mad cause we gone eat 24/7 bitch no sleep All these niggas they hating on me All these bitches they hating on me Ride around and I’ get it nigga Smoking loud with no midget nigga Gotta go out and get it nigga These the days of my life Niggas gotta go hard Real niggas step up from frauds Gotta put money before them broads These the days of my life Extra money I'm maxing To get it much I'’m on a stratch And I tell her I'mma flex These the days of my life I'’m living how I want to Stunting like I want to Winning is what I’'m gone do These the days of my life I’'m living how I want to Stunting like I want to

Winning is what I'’m gone do3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I got cuban links, Santa Ria In the hood no shirt, no fear Aaron Hernandez with a verse, no plea deals Gave your bitch a new purse, new V12 It is trickin' if you're worth more than Sprewell Niggas snitches screenshot all your emails Told them people now your hot All your females, tracking devices on your car, all details Youngens watching how I get it I delete em I'm in my Bentley in my fitted lotta jewelry on Nothing less than a brick but to each his own Better ask them other niggas this ain't what you want Tell me what's it gon' be, this ain't what you want I call it how I see it, so this ain't what you want I'm on the road doing shows so well, this ain't what you want I'm on the road you can't go I know, this ain't what you want I hear them niggas after me, but this ain't what you want And I guarantee this ain't what you want I'm from the land where ain't no lackin' at, this ain't what you want I wrap 'em up, we get 'em done cause, this ain't what you want Rick the Ruler, spent 150 on a bueller How you gon' rob the robber? How you gon' shoot the shooter? Niggas rappin' where the millions at nigga But them cars no ceilings at Best front where your killers at nigga LeBron James, I ain't Trinidad, nigga Ridin' 300 with my nigga Durk Coke boy niggas put you in a hearse Chi-Town niggas put you on a shirt NY I'm the one my nigga You can hate, don't frown, my nigga With Donald Trump in the trunk, my nigga Wanna buy a car nigga no lease Number one hip hop police Coke Boys hottest in the whole east Smash out like four weeks This ain't what you want I know them streets is watchin' I'm bumpin' Hov where you from? Tell me what's it gon' be, this ain't what you want I call it how I see it, so this ain't what you want I'm on the road doing shows so well, this ain't what you want I'm on the road you can't go I know, this ain't what you want I hear them niggas after me, but this ain't what you want And I guarantee this ain't what you want I'm from the land where ain't no lackin' at, this ain't what you want I wrap 'em up, we get 'em done cause, this ain't what you want Niggas claim that they're after me, but this ain't what they want Cause I hopped into this industry, this ain't what they want See this rap shit ain't shit to me, this ain't what they want I got the police all into me, this ain't what they want In my own city they hate on me, put weight on me Fuck TMZ, fuck Breaking News and ABC I can't do no shows cause I terrify my city They say I terrify my city Niggas get slumped, you're the first to get blamed A nigga try us, you're the first one to get changed They say you snitch, tryna put dirt on my name They ride on me, ask is Lil Durk my name (L's) Ladders on deck, this ain't what you want Got killers in the back, got hitters in the front If I tell my niggas wack, then niggas gettin' slugged You ain't gotta have asthma to get hit with the pump In my own city they hate on me, put weight on me Try and snatch my chain, that's breaking news on NBC Fuck a famous ho, I wake up, be on TMZ I spent a quarter mill, on my new Rol', that GMT I got Piguet’s on the wrist, flex on your bitch Niggas can't keep up, send a jet for your bitch Baby mama ready, she next on the list And I vowed to get the paper, never flex on the strip, word up! Tell me what's it gon' be, this ain't what you want I call it how I see it, so this ain't what you want I'm on the road doing shows so well, this ain't what you want I'm on the road you can't go I know, this ain't what you want I hear them niggas after me, but this ain't what you want And I guarantee this ain't what you want I'm from the land where ain't no lackin' at, this ain't what you want I wrap 'em up, we get 'em done cause, this ain't what you want5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Lost so many niggas, Oh my God A lot of killin where I'm livin, Oh my God Keepin' pistols, can't be victims Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God

Oh my God, oh my God Put Vellanos on the whip, Oh my god When I first seen a brick, Oh my god Been through a trial, never again Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God Oh my God, oh my God Oh my God, Lord save me, Amen Oh my God to who raised me, streets The drugs the streets raised me Cuz I wanted diamonds like Jay-Z Oh my god, who I'm beefin' with Cuz beef, I'm plotting who I'm eating with Dirty bitch go suffer who you cheated with Run up on you, leave you quick Oh my God, O.M.G ain't no ho in me I grew up off of coke and D Boyz N Da Hood, No Jody Breeze Catch me in the hood, that's where I want to be Lost so many niggas, Oh my God A lot of killin where I'm livin, Oh my God Keepin' pistols, can't be victims Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God Oh my God, oh my God Put Vellanos on the whip, Oh my god When I first seen a brick, Oh my god Been through a trial, never again Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God Oh my God, oh my God Can't drop my flag, I did to much to get it These niggas pussy O.M.G they bitches, they snitchin Free my big brother Reggie Cuz I was in the room when they tried to sentence Rather throw up L's, then take a L Cuz niggas ain't the same, niggas will tell Out of town niggas, or send it through the mail Oh my god, I ain't seen a lot of shit Daddy, he taught me all this shit They gave him life on all this shit That's why I'm learning all this shit, Lets get it Lost so many niggas, Oh my God A lot of killin where I'm livin, Oh my God Keepin' pistols, can't be victims Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God Oh my God, oh my God Put Vellanos on the whip, Oh my god When I first seen a brick, Oh my god Been through a trial, never again Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God Oh my God, oh my God7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Let's get it! Ain't did shit to nobody, you feel me? But I did shit for everybody But that comes for fucking with these basic ass niggas Everything happens for a reason Before rap I had friends, got a deal, I ain't got shit Just tryna get rich, cause my people kinda struggled Couple ten year niggas poor, but the hood still love me Got my feet into the door, but this hood shit is ugly I ain't did shit to nobody I-I-I-I ain't did shit to nobody Ain't did shit to nobody Ain't- ain't did shit to nobody I ain't did shit to any, but I did shit for plenty Why the fuck is they mad, they envy Two chains on, I'm getting it 'Fore I hang with the fake I'm in the studio getting it They stop a lot of shows, I ain't did shit, I don't get it And my baby still eating, see em on the weekdays and the weekends Child support got dropped, I told that bitch that we even Bitch sang till no breathing, tryna kill me for no reason Tryna take me down cause I'm leading Vision my story, no reading Is you mad cause I make more, or is you mad what I drive Is you mad cause I'm not poor, or you mad I'm alive Nobody answer that, ask me one thing Imma answer back Got a little money don't act like that But I don't trust nobody Before rap I had friends, got a deal, I ain't got shit Just tryna get rich, cause my people kinda struggled Couple ten year niggas poor, but the hood still love me Got my feet into the door, but this hood shit is ugly I ain't did shit to nobody I-I-I-I ain't did shit to nobody

Ain't did shit to nobody Ain't- ain't did shit to nobody Signed to the street, nigga Stay out my way if it ain't your beef nigga Where I'm from we play for keeps nigga, do a hit, get put up out of weed nigga You don't appreciate me, all the shit I did for the city and these peeps Where I'm from you affiliate me with the killing going on in these streets Catch me, shit dead, and I keep it in between my seats Pillow talking to who? The only thing I'm pillow talking is this gun in my sheets Let's get it, money they with it Run up put one in your fitted OTF 300 my city And Imma tell 'em I'm a rider, rider My niggas ain't know how to, how to They know I'm gon' provide em, provide em My niggas they be wylin', they wylin' Did-did shit to nobody Before rap I had friends, got a deal, I ain't got shit Just tryna get rich, cause my people kinda struggled Couple ten year niggas poor, but the hood still love me Got my feet into the door, but this hood shit is ugly I ain't did shit to nobody I-I-I-I ain't did shit to nobody Ain't did shit to nobody Ain't- ain't did shit to nobody17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> D. Brooks Exclusive We took hella losses Sat at the round table with hella bosses I had to leave niggas alone who double-crossed me Take care the situation if you cross me, uh You know I just wanna spazz You know I need money fast All blue cheese, I need my cash Play with me then that's your ass, yeah Bro 'nem be trippin', they smokin' on gas, yeah Nigga be sneaky, he smoke his own guys, yeah If he do, don't be surprised, yeah Looked the devil in his eyes Two or three chokers, I'm chokin' myself You want a handout, you lookin' for help Your son be watchin' you, he tryna take your steps He wanna be just like you, he hope you don't get killed, yeah yeah I might finger your bitch with a three point ring We up on the opps on a ten point lead I'm for real about it Niggas 'round me, I'll kill about 'em I told Pluto I can't live without him Now I gotta live without him These niggas finesse, they come around, I need two, three pills out 'em I know three niggas fucked up, locked up, they need like three bills out you You told a bitch you gon' kill me, I don't know how to feel around you You know he told, his heart is cold, and he still around you You'd give them niggas anything and they still'll down you I'll give my family anything to keep 'em smiling Bitch-made, bitch-made, snitch K, snitch K I be hopin' for them better days Cash out, nigga, fuck good grades No mics She say I can't get nothin' 'til I better my grades I won't say no no more, I'ma give you anything when I better my ways Every time when I see my brothers ride past, I throw up the treys My brothers get on your ass, you grass, niggas can't be saved We took (Turn up), hella losses Sat at the round table with hella bosses I had to leave niggas alone who double-crossed me Take care the situation if you cross me, uh You know I just wanna spazz You know I need money fast All blue cheese, I need my cash Play with me then that's your ass, yeah Bro 'nem be trippin', they smokin' on gas, yeah Nigga be sneaky, he smoke his own guys, yeah If he do, don't be surprised, yeah Looked the devil in his eyes I just brought a watch, I put the carats in SSR, RIP Fredo, died off medicine I can shoot you in your head, step in my residence If you don't talk to me face-to-face, you better not at me then Just off my labels, I had two plaques, that's a million Always in trouble, devil on me, can't prevent it They get that call, they on that corner, then they bendin' If they don't fuck for who I am, she fuck for Remy She suck my dick, ooh ooh, my bad, I mean my jimmy I say my bad, can't talk like that, my kid be listenin' I just put like fifty racks in my Amiri jeans They had me questioned for somebody, didn't tell 'em anything Ooh, I ain't tell 'em nothin'

If you did then your head is gushin' My lifestyle, you can't rush it You ain't gon' shoot, stop clutchin' Sad to say what my niggas'll do for that money We took hella losses Sat at the round table with hella bosses I had to leave niggas alone who double-crossed me Take care the situation if you cross me, uh You know I just wanna spazz You know I need money fast All blue cheese, I need my cash Play with me, then that's your ass, yeah Bro 'nem be trippin', they smokin' on gas, yeah Nigga be sneaky, he smoke his own guys, yeah If he do, don't be surprised, yeah Looked the devil in his eyesEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yeah yeah Pussy homosexual Gang gang in this motherfucker turning up in this one time You know Money Bag on the beat Motherfuckin' broski you feel me Pussy homosexual Cookie ain't original Love my niggas x and o's Smokin' gas, Texaco Found the plug in Mexico All my diamonds eskimo Off the Perc I text the most Rob the nigga flex the most Flex like international Grab her ass and squeeze her throat Bitches like to fuck with coke Trenches I'm they only hope Treat my like a fuckin goat Shooter I cannot get poked Pussy he don wan no smoke Nut he a actually blow Turn you to a casserole Chiraq gotta ride with gats Molly weed perks and x Gotta keep yo niggas close Never know who next to go You broke what you slackin' for? Killas they get cracked the most Bronem got my back the most System hate them blacks for sure Shortys they be coo coo gang They don ever ask to blow Bitch watch jackin for My lil bitch is sexual Nope, I can't save a hoe Bro, whachu save her for? Drugs, I could take the whole Traffic, Ima take a pole No, drugs take it no Gang, They a take your soul Bitch, just play your role Nobody know Home invasion If nobody home Got a felony, if his body hung Got my guns wit me Ain't no body guard And I'm hard body Even though my body hard I don know what Nuski say to me it's probably God Lil bro he shootin' lil bro he a asshole Killer and a snitch, call him Donnie Brasco How you hang with gangsters they don know you tattle Lost auntie to cancer many I wish she battled Caught that nigga lackin' man I wish we got him Glad we didn't get him look up sight the camera My bitch got a grill, she from Alabama Ans that bitch a savage she ain't got no manners She dropped outta school just to fuck a scammer Told her he got get a car and get her off the campus Bitches love drugs, I just gave her xannies She don't swallow nut, call that lil bitch petty I just need my cheese I just need my fetty EDM with 8-track, I might get some becky All black Glock, just to match the Dickies And I bought my bitch a watch just to match Meek and Nicki Had to jump up at the gang shit was gettin' tricky If it feel like I can't trust you then i’m uppin’ blicky And I'm vegetarian, fuck some chicken And you ain't your scariest, you duckin' niggas Ion fuck wit niggas Especially them sucker niggas You know what I'm sayin' Speakin' facts man man 1000 1K1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS>

I was born real, that's how I'm gone die Nigga say he real but I know he a lie Momma used to worry, baby you ain't gotta cry It ain’t nothing but killers by my side Down to ride I be out here every night, every night, every night I be out here every night, every night, every night I be out here every night, every night, every night I be out here every night, every night, every night She wanna suck on my ethika I'mma pull up in a Tesla Got them all mad cause im sexting her She with me while you texting her I’m in the trenches in vintage I should nail all of my bitches yeah I just put roleys on wrists, yeah I want it all and i meant it I'm getting money cause I'm a star You should see me pulling out a lot Christian my shoes my religion true I just look up and say, help me god Niggas is bitches and they so fraud Don't look away, you know who you are Hold up your audemars Let's get it! I was born real, that's how I'm gone die Nigga say he real but I know he a lie Momma used to worry, baby you ain't gotta cry It ain’t nothing but killers by my side Down to ride I be out here every night, every night, every night I be out here every night, every night, every night I be out here every night, every night, every night I be out here every night, every night, every night Pop out the cut with the fifty Ape on me, feel like I'm fifty Smoking on opps I get trippy You said I was broke, boy you kidding I feel like a hero this H on me Bitches be dying just to taste on me The feds put a rico case on me Fifty a show its not make believe I do a scarf for a belt Robbers I don't need no help I told all my brothers I'm there Pour me a eight in a samp Wanna feel my pain just sip Wanna feel my pain just sip You wanna feel my pain just sip You wanna feel my pain just sip I was born real, that's how I'm gone die Nigga say he real but I know he a lie Momma used to worry, baby you ain't gotta cry It ain’t nothing but killers by my side Down to ride I be out here every night, every night, every night I be out here every night, every night, every night I be out here every night, every night, every night I be out here every night, every night, every night1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> When you married to the streets It’s hard to get a divorce It’s even hard to get a separation ‘Til death do us part! Money, streets it’s all the same Power, respect it’s all the same Life, loyalty it’s all the same Living in the streets I give you the game Money, streets it’s all the same Power, respect it’s all the same Life, loyalty it’s all the same Living in the streets I give you the game System lost my daddy man that shit is scary Life without parole so much weight to carry Signed to the streets yea bitch I’m married Raised raised by the streets man that shit is heavy Free my nigga Camron free my nigga Reggie Feds took them down for that anti-reggie Respect, you need that to be that You don’t, don’t bleed that don’t bleed that Serving out the phones that’s an easy case Feds hands on them got them niggas going crazy One way out the hood either rich or erased I’m living in the streets that taught me the game rap game Money, streets it’s all the same Power, respect it’s all the same

Life, loyalty it’s all the same Living in the streets I give you the game Money, streets it’s all the same Power, respect it’s all the same Life, loyalty it’s all the same Living in the streets I give you the game L's up for all my niggas Money power respect, that’s what I grew off nigga Living in the streets that’s why we tote them thangs Some bad bitch on my line tryna give me brain Got some real niggas in my circle won’t fuck with lames Life, loyalty, throw L’s that’s how we bang I ain't switch it up on my niggas how could I change? But niggas would switch up on they niggas just for that change Not loyalty you're a fucking nigga can't claim what I claim Don’t cross us, cause we ain’t doing this shit for the fame Take a chance, it's whatever, bitches going just to get near that fame Take a chance, it's whatever, bitches going just to get near that Let’s get it Money, streets it’s all the same Power, respect it’s all the same Life, loyalty it’s all the same Living in the streets I give you the game Money, streets it’s all the same Power, respect it’s all the same Life, loyalty it’s all the same Living in the streets I give you the game Teaming up with niggas I was never with it ( Dead ) Time of coming big is turn us into winners Friends turn to snitches get killed if you mention Basketball court and straight back to the kitchen No open jobs right back to the corner Think the connect 100 but they informers You can’t beat the set you gotta join Walking to the store been that rachet noise Trapping trapping turn to rapping and I made a living Put D out on my block and I made a killing Niggas killed my homie and I made them feel it Signed to the streets, ain’t a fucking difference Money, streets it’s all the same Power, respect it’s all the same Life, loyalty it’s all the same Living in the streets I give you the game Money, streets it’s all the same Power, respect it’s all the same Life, loyalty it’s all the same Living in the streets I give you the game3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Look how she up and down that pole Just clap that ass up on that pole Twerk, twerk, twerk, aw yeah Now pop that pussy for a real nigga Now do it, get that money, baby Now pop that pussy for a real nigga Go ahead and get that money, baby Look how she up and down that pole Stripper bitches, got a couple singles for you Just clap that ass up on that pole Twerk, twerk, twerk Aw yeah, now pop that pussy for a real nigga Now do it, get that money, baby (ah) Now pop that pussy for a real nigga (yeah) Go ahead and get that money, baby Hundred dollar bottle, what the strippers swallow? Malaya Blacc Chyna, shout out to Tyga Red Bottoms just to match the 'rari Spider Plain Jane Rollie got them bitches on fire Now whoever say I cuff hoes I just break the band on the bitch that's on that pole Pussy poppin', got the squad turnin' up with hoes Ace of Spades, VIP, we see TV like show Now oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Got spikes of red all on my shoes We global like we on the news Stay in the best designer, we be on the news, let's get it Look how she up and down that pole Stripper bitches, got a couple singles for you Just clap that ass up on that pole Twerk, twerk, twerk Aw yeah, now pop that pussy for a real nigga Now do it, get that money, baby (ah) Now pop that pussy for a real nigga (yeah) Go ahead and get that money, baby Came flippin', I bought it, when I came through in that foreign

Only fuck with them bad bitches, them square bitches be borin' She need five stacks on that hair, coke, pills I'm on Been gettin' money all year, all them cribs I own Shawty help me slangin' fish to meet me at the yard Goddamn, young nigga made it hot Shawty bent it over, told me land on it Came with a 100 large, Uncle Sam on 'em She spinnin' on the top like a ceilin' fan I can catch a rico off the Instagram Wrist wrapped up, John Wall Stackin' money up, wall to wall Look how she up and down that pole Stripper bitches, got a couple singles for you Just clap that ass up on that pole Twerk, twerk, twerk Aw yeah, now pop that pussy for a real nigga Now do it, get that money, baby (ah) Now pop that pussy for a real nigga (yeah) Go ahead and get that money, baby5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> My boys play no games Keep mops, need no aim Lil Durk need no fame Pints in, need codeine 2K for these Balmains 2K cause we ballin' Bad bitch keep callin' Poker face, we all in Blockbuster, we pop up Pussy boys ain't on none' Keep your gun, we pop up Don't try us, we glocked up Homicide, I ain't seen none' Pussy boy, while y'all mean mug Pussy boy, while y'all mean mug Pussy boy, while y'all mean mug See us, them boys can't be us Tweakers, why they be wifing eaters E-Way, smoking, choking, coughing Rollin' up on that Keisha Guns down, man I can't leave 'em Make sure that he don't see us Run off on me, I guarantee my boys'll be to see him 64 hundred normal Trap house be doin' numbers Hundred just don't be stunting You might make it through the summer You ain't eat cause you thuggin' Two two three shells like suckers She say she cannot fuck off a xanny, she need a upper Arrogant motherfucker Runnin' off from the bubble Felonies, I got double See me, they know it's trouble Shootin' shit, ain't no scuffle Vernie, that boy the muscle I be sippin' Actavis while them boys be sippin' 'Tussin My boys play no games Keep mops, need no aim Lil Durk need no fame Pints in, need codeine 2K for these Balmains 2K cause we ballin' Bad bitch keep callin' Poker face, we all in Blockbuster, we pop up Pussy boys ain't on none' Keep your gun, we pop up Don't try us, we glocked up Homicide, I ain't seen none' Pussy boy, while y'all mean mug Pussy boy, while y'all mean mug Pussy boy, while y'all mean mug Rob who? Just go and get a jive coupe I'm three-double-O, that's my tool You snatch this chain on L'A, this chopper gon' chop you My bitch ass is A1, in love with her top too Lil Booka will drop you Leave your ass wet up, this chain I got is wet up Don't trust no hoes, they set up It's Louis V all over me, I swear I'm in a chess club Streets gon' miss Bankroll, for him I keep a bankroll Hate skank hoes, and I never wear the same clothes Designer, ain't it ain't too hard to find us Got killers off in Atlanta, and I cop drink from the mana Excuse, I ain't got no manners Excuse, I ain't got no manners My boys play no games Keep mops, need no aim

Lil Durk need no fame Pints in, need codeine 2K for these Balmains 2K cause we ballin' Bad bitch keep callin' Poker face, we all in Blockbuster, we pop up Pussy boys ain't on none' Keep your gun, we pop up Don't try us, we glocked up Homicide, I ain't seen none' Pussy boy, while y'all mean mug Pussy boy, while y'all mean mug Pussy boy, while y'all mean mug2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I got demons on my back Only thing make me safe is the pills to take a nap Hopin' this a dream, but it's facts He ain't Ricky, saw no bullets to his back A trench baby wakin' up to the killin' on his mind Counted me out, I put the city on my back The weed ain't gettin' any stronger so he fallin' in the crack 9 to 45 on probation, it's a trap I made this before the Grammy's If I win a Grammy, I'ma take it to the trenches, to the family Might sip some lean out and bein fancy Knowin' I ain't 'posed to be alive, sadly Bro 'nem died, he say, "I know you's to death" I wanna blame the niggas, I just hold it to myself Bad thoughts, like I'ma hold it to his nеck Shit, I'm tryna hold it to his chest I'm just wonder if I'm too grown to shed tеars My soul ain't been the same, I been so damaged through the years Wish distance between death had made me closer with my kids I fell out with some niggas, made me switch up on my cribs And when I drop locations down the street from where I live No tellin' what's on your mind (Your mind) And why you tryna sell me lies? You know it's over with If you ain't ridin' on family time, then it's over with Bro act like he ain't bogus, but he know he is I'm holdin' back my tears to get my vocals clear No, do you think he had your back? (No, no, no, nah) Do you love him? (No) Do you really call him your brother? (Nah, nah, nah, nah) No tellin' what's on your mind The graveyard had felt my pain, I put my knees in it I parked the Lamb outside my block, I leave my keys in it Probable cause, they tried to say I smoked some weed in it I knew it was cap, after I smoke, I sprayed Creed in it No tellin' what's on your mind (Your mind)3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Like you on some homie shit Don't lie to me, baby, you know you want me there I take it out your mouth and you can blow me kiss When I ain't have nothin', baby, you showed me shit I done fell in love with my homie bitch I done fell in love, I done fell in love I done fell in love with my homie bitch I done fell in love, I done fell in love I done fell in love with my homie bitch Pussy got that water taste Let's celebrate, baby, let's chill and order Ace (Let's get it) I'm a real street nigga, don't really go on dates (nah) What sacrifice can we make? My homie treat you like shit you a queen to me (Let's get it, L) Let me fuck you from the back while you sing to me (ohh) I go deeper in that pussy, what you mean to me (ohh) Yea, turn that mothafucka around, babe, haha I love you too Pull your pants down to your ankles (ohh) Put it on my face, give me facials It's why these lil' hoes hate you (hate you) You're so swagged that they can't take you I'm givin' hard dick, I'ma chase you (chase her) Pussy on my mouth, let me taste it (taste it) Patrón in my mouth, let me taste it (let me taste it) Like you on some homie shit Don't lie to me, baby, you know you want me there I take it out your mouth and you can blow me kiss When I ain't have nothin', baby, you showed me shit I done fell in love with my homie bitch I done fell in love, I done fell in love I done fell in love with my homie bitch I done fell in love, I done fell in love

I done fell in love with my homie bitch L-O-V-E L-O-V-E I done been in love with my girlfriend I done, literally done fell in love with my girlfriend (yeah!) She was here before the models (before that) She was here before the bottles (before that) She was here before the guala (before that) So you know I gotta spoil her (spoil her) Chanel bag on order (yeah) Take a trip 'cross the water (trip) Remember the time I said we gon' make it out Didn't know you was recordin' (nah I didn't know you was recordin') Every moment, you captured every moment (flash) When niggas was hatin' you ready to ride with my homies Mama told me (yah!) mama told me (mama!) I'ma wish you was my homie Like you on some homie shit (homie) Don't lie to me, baby, you know you want me there (owe me) I take it out your mouth and you can blow me kiss (uh!) When I ain't have nothin', baby, you showed me shit (nothin') I done fell in love with my homie bitch (yeah) I done fell in love (yeah), I done fell in love (L-O-V-E) I done fell in love with my homie bitch (L-O) I done fell in love (L-O), I done fell in love (L-O) I done fell in love with my homie bitch (L-O-V-E) Ayy, I done fell in love with my homie bitch Ayy and I ain't gon' lie right now I'm on some snakin' shit I'm on some fuck who you is and who you datin' shit I'm on some that nigga be cheatin' and ain't gon' play you shit Ayy, but I ain't gon' do that shit 'Cause that's my homie, he been there since bologna These niggas be phony, he'd prolly do that shit to me You hit my phone one more time that homeboy girl shit is history (Gang, gang) Lil Boat! Gang gang All these niggas they be phony These niggas ain't homies These niggas wanna hang like they your homie Oh, oh, oh Like you on some homie shit Don't lie to me, baby, you know you want me there I take it out your mouth and you can blow me kiss When I ain't have nothin', baby, you showed me shit I done fell in love with my homie bitch I done fell in love, I done fell in love I done fell in love with my homie bitch I done fell in love, I done fell in love I done fell in love with my homie bitch L-O-V-E (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) L-O-V-E (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) H-O-M-I-E That's who I fell in love with, yeah H-O-M-I-E (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I fell in love with my homie, no homo No, no, no, no, no, nigga, she a girl though Yeah, she 5'2", I'ma spend a check on her if I have to Like you on some, like you on some...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yeah Ayy what Blac Youngsta tell them hoes? (Toot toot) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) I can't get enough of it, all of this jealousy I had a petty bitch, you can do better things Smoke gas, kerosene, three roll, wedding ring In my DM meddling, off the X, that ecstasy Seven hundred for the Vetements I'm a boss, not a gentleman All my hoes intelligent Can't set me up, Tori Brixx I like my bitches lit I spend a bag of checks Ecstasy, Tesla Amiri jeans fetish Look at my world, let's get in tune Look at this lean, addicted to it

While he off the leaf, embalming fluid Shopping spree, I overdo it, yeah Stick talk stick talk (Chick chick, bang) Sneak diss, this stick talk (Chick chick, bang) Don't talk, just stick talk (Chick chick, bang) I'm with niggas that stick talk (Brrah) Go to Europe to get all the euros Yes sir, designer apparel Chapo, need to find the heroin Broke bitch, that vibe'll kill you Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) I can't get enough of it, all of this jealousy I had a petty bitch, you can do better things Smoke gas, kerosene, three roll, wedding ring In my DM meddling, off the X, that ecstasy I can't get enough of it (Can't get enough of it) I shootout in public (I shootout in public) My soda is bubbly (Soda is bubbly) My chest and neck watery (Chest and neck watery) I turned to a better me The Hellcat got hella speed She want methamphetamines (Yeah) Hope you don't never leave (Hope you don't never leave) I move it like Billy Jean (Like Billy Jean) A leopard Amiri jeans (Yeah) D&G but I've been a king (I've been a king) Family, you can't get between (You can't get between) Don't you please try to intervene Gunna dripping by any means (By any means) Elli-A got my jewelry clean (My jewelry clean) Got a rose and white wedding ring (White wedding ring) I married the presidents (The presidents) I ain't leaving no evidence (No evidence) Slimy life, I'm not scared of shit (Nah) Fuck her face let her eat the dick (Let her eat the dick) Can't deny, that's just what it is (Yeah) I'ma take care my brother's kids (My brother's kids) Got it out of a muddy ditch (Yeah) We done brought all the hundreds in (The hundreds in) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Represent Take a picture, just a naked, just a flick For a nigga, she'll probably kill a bitch My people's, my people's I see both You've been rooting for a nigga for a minute But to do this here exclusively, I lose you in a second And your views are independent, but your friends gossip See even if I kept my nose clean, they'd still claim it's snot up Ok I love the fact that she loyal, and she love the fact that I get beat And I love the fact that she huh, cause she love the fact I get beat See love is making her weak is making her think she maybe need me But the thought of making me stay is making me think I maybe need to leave If I told you that I love you would you listen Probably meant it if said it, yeah I'm sippin' But that liquor, bring the honesty out a nigga She got me, then I'mma get her Look at her in her eyes, can't trust her 'round my guys That faithful shit don't work, can't let her feed me them lies But I always represent, for me she killed a bitch I buy expensive shit, it's me she rocking wit' Gucci, Louie, Fendi, she deserve all that Her friends they kinda hate me, cause I think I'm all that White coupe cloth roof, and the car shaking It's just me and you, but we could add Franklin's I represent like lawyers, I ball so hard like Jordan I take a pic I promise, I'm Range Rover sportin' She like heaven in my eyes, my bitch in disguise And I ain't gotta lie, the days of my life <EOS> <BOS>

Damn to this day nigga still pray on my down fall You can't deny good music or a real nigga For real for real I used to break in the crib Now I got a safe in the crib Chiraq crime rate build So it ain't safe at the crib I just want money forever Told 'em that's how I'ma live Shootings and murders I seen I ain't never say I did it As a kid growin' up As a kid growin' up As a kid growin' up I done seen a lot of shit As a kid growin' up As a kid growin' up As a kid growin' up I done did a lot of shit I done seen how you shootin' niggas Now I see right through people Three years of my life to them people Judge labeled me a menace I'm Mike Brown to these people I gotta ride around with my heater Police killing my people Overseas cause I'm legal I ain't takin' no chances Masks on for them cameras On my own, no advances Broken homes for advances As a kid growin' up I used to be poured up I ain't never froze up All I know is drill drill Put him on a poster Reward money for the killer They ain't never found the killer Don't nobody know nothin' I rob niggas for they tool Brought guns up in school Started a war, gotta move Free Nine, boy let 'em loose (Ls) I used to break in the crib Now I got a safe in the crib Chiraq crime rate build So it ain't safe at the crib I just want money forever Told 'em that's how I'ma live Shootings and murders I seen I ain't never say I did it As a kid growin' up As a kid growin' up As a kid growin' up I done seen a lot of shit As a kid growin' up As a kid growin' up As a kid growin' up I done did a lot of shit Put a nigga on the news I'm in traffic with the tool Three cases, I'ma fool Gave my life to a Jew It's in the hand of a Jew Shooters took him on a cruise Streets see how I roll I'm still tryna get Zoo Still chasing them millions Daddy gave me the wisdom Twenty-three years up in prison I swear I seen his vision Seen my son, I start tearin' I took the game, wasn't given Ditched school, hit the hood The streets love me, I'm good Shed tears if I could Shed blood if I could Share money if I could Share guns if I could Sell coke if I could Sell dope if I could I'd rob if I could I'm gettin' money cause I could (Ls) I used to break in the crib Now I got a safe in the crib Chiraq crime rate build So it ain't safe at the crib I just want money forever Told 'em that's how I'ma live Shootings and murders I seen I ain't never say I did it As a kid growin' up

As a kid growin' up As a kid growin' up I done seen a lot of shit As a kid growin' up As a kid growin' up As a kid growin' up I done did a lot of shit1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I got it when it was a drought I got it when nobody tried My niggas they counted me in When everybody counted me out When everybody counted me out When everybody counted me out When everybody counted me out When everybody counted me out I had to get back on my shit I had to go and get it Cause I do it for the trap niggas I had to get back on my shit and go and get it I keep my distance from these rap niggas I feel like I started this shit Lil' Durk I'm the heart of this shit Sosa Sosa Ressey Ressey me, I'm like Pac in this shit It's my arrogance saying T-Farris can't spend me, moon dawg can't spend me And these others niggas spend me Niggas ain't give me my fame Niggas ain't saying my name Think about taking my chain Thinking that I was a stain Look at me now, look at the clout Look at my diamonds, look at my house Look at my bitch, look at trap Look at me now fuck nigga look at me now I got it when it was a drought I got it when nobody tried My niggas they counted me in When everybody counted me out When everybody counted me out When everybody counted me out When everybody counted me out When everybody counted me out I had to get back on my shit I had to go and get it Cause I do it for the trap niggas I had to get back on my shit and go and get it I keep my distance from these rap niggas Nigga counted me out, should've counted me in Fuck up the count on the milli, fuck it we count it again Niggas they never could kill me, I'm going out with the win I'm going out with my 30, banging on you and your friend Bending the corner just me and Omelly we riding the seven I pull up on niggas they never could touch in bulletproof Caddies I'm hitting up BB and I'm calling Lolo to bring through the ladders They bend through your corner they hitting whoever it don't even matter Creeping through my block I'm looking for my man Pussy nigga made me go and spend a hundred grand The type of murder that your mama wouldn't understand I bring it to him brown bag with the rubber band I got it when it was a drought I got it when nobody tried My niggas they counted me in When everybody counted me out When everybody counted me out When everybody counted me out When everybody counted me out When everybody counted me out I had to get back on my shit I had to go and get it Cause I do it for the trap niggas I had to get back on my shit and go and get it I keep my distance from these rap niggas I was all in it when nobody cared Chino when DThang and SB was there Niggas around I know they ain't care Hit the street with that rally on me That pussy fucking go mileage on it Every song every bar I'm spazzing on 'em Daddy had told me behave myself The streets and the hoes so he paid the debt One thing had told me be real and be young nigga Nigga was screaming to save yourself In the hood with that gun up on me Money, lean, and my son up on me Watch out for the phony homie they money hungry The hood and the ghetto they told me go get it My mama and daddy had told me go get it The niggas beside me told me go get it Go get it while these fuck niggas gon' spend me I got it when it was a drought I got it when nobody tried

My niggas they counted me in When everybody counted me out When everybody counted me out When everybody counted me out When everybody counted me out When everybody counted me out I had to get back on my shit I had to go and get it Cause I do it for the trap niggas I had to get back on my shit and go and get it I keep my distance from these rap niggas2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Everyday I spend my last and I count up a check Then I gotta go and get it I lay my niggas to rest and you know whose next 10 toes, ain't no sittin' How is you tryna finesse? Can't finesse a finesser, the hustlers know it best Gave the right niggas money, they say I'm a mess, no stress I'ma count me a check I'ma count me a check I'ma count me a check I'ma count me a check, check, check See you can't finesse a finesser See I don't be with nothin extra See you can't finesse a finesser Count me a check I'm just countin' me a check Roll up in an Audi, no lottery but we scratchin' shit Six Tecs for the drop but usually we sippin' Actavis Dope boy music, them niggas gon' want to trap to this Macaroni my bag of homies so ain't no lackin' shit 30 for the Rolex cool, 20 for the cross too Been there when nobody was there, it was dark too Keep me protected from the streets, I got a cross too And if you cross me then I cross you Ran off on the plug twice and I know they searchin' If I got to say that shit twice then you know I'm merchin' His and hers Rollies get them shiny looking like the ocean Get on top of me baby and get to surfin' Like a surfboard Sippin' on this lean got me paranoid Gotta get this green so help me Lord So why you with that hater shit? Can't fuck with a basic bitch I'ma tell 'em them lies Everyday I spend my last and I count up a check Then I gotta go and get it I lay my niggas to rest and you know whose next 10 toes, ain't no sittin' How is you tryna finesse? Can't finesse a finesser, the hustlers know it best Gave the right niggas money, they say I'm a mess, no stress I'ma count me a check I'ma count me a check I'ma count me a check I'ma count me a check, check, check See you can't finesse a finesser See I don't be with another X See you can't finesse a finesser Count me a check I'm just countin' me a check Money is the motto, these bitches don't wanna swallow it Bitches want the fame, all they want me to do is follow them She just gon' bring me drank cause she a pharmacist Play my new single at the station cause I ain't callin' in Niggas in the city wanna kill me, I ain't part of them My niggas got 50 shot clips, they like barbers then She can ride my 'Rari then cause she look like a Barbie bitch If I catch her stealin' we all at her head like bobby pins I'ma get this money till I d-i-e Bring bottles to my session, to my VIP I like my bitch's vest, let me see ID Gettin' all this money like Lord why me Gang in this bitch 100 dollar bills changed in this bitch Got the Rollies and the chains in this bitch We gon' shoot us somethin' strange in this bitch Cause I count me up a check Everyday I spend my last and I count up a check Then I gotta go and get it I lay my niggas to rest and you know whose next 10 toes, ain't no sittin' How is you tryna finesse? Can't finesse a finesser, the hustlers know it best Gave the right niggas money, they say I'm a mess, no stress I'ma count me a check I'ma count me a check I'ma count me a check I'ma count me a check, check, check See you can't finesse a finesser See I don't be with another X See you can't finesse a finesser

Count me a check I'm just countin' me a check1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (Ayo Bleu) (Turn Me Up Josh) (Young Cutta run it up) Boy Yeah Let's get it I wake up and I be feelin' I'm the realest Standin' on my business, takin' care of my children Late for court, I damn near hit civilian I'm not trippin', I'm tryna get millions Voice of the streets and all my niggas with it I'm the same nigga, ain't nothin' different This just a message, I hope the streets can hear me You traded on me, man, that had me trippin' I stopped sippin' lean, but I steady pop prescription (Yeah, yeah) Jakes on my dick, so I be duckin' the district (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Somebody tell Pluto I ain't have time to listen (Oh) Chiraq, I'm Jordan, so I wonder who Pippen? What I do with this money, they standing on business My lil' brother, he a big dawg, he coppin' the Bentley And I ain't gotta have no condo to be on top of the city Speakin' real shit, but the ones I cut off probably don't feel me They used to be around for this cash, I'm like, "Where they go?" They used to be around for that look, I'm like, "Where they go?" They say they ass is my brother, but I'm like, "Where it go?" They swear they have my back, but I'm like, "Where it go?" Too many bitches around me, I'm like, "Where they go?" Keep the city around me, I'm like, "Woah, woah" Keep the trenches around me and I'm like, "Oh, woah" Keep the streets around me, I'm like, "Oh, oh" Ayy, Shmurda, turn the streets up Before I buy love, I'll buy my kids V-Bucks Lamb' truck, Rolls truck, Bentley truck, three trucks Ninety thousand for DeeDee bond, I still gave him a few bucks Tell my niggas don't play with me if they thinkin' I'ma leave 'em I don't care what they did for you, just hit me up if you need somethin' Keep drivin', I see them now Bitches all in my DMs now Real rare you gon' see me cry Fuckin' all on his BM now And I be all in my feelings, oh That shit hurt my soul Say they ain't hear, they ain't listenin' They ain't tryna help my glow They used to be around for this cash, I'm like, "Where they go?" They used to be around for that look, I'm like, "Where they go?" They say they ass is my brother, but I'm like, "Where it go?" They swear they have my back, but I'm like, "Where it go?" Too many bitches around me, I'm like, "Where they go?" Keep the city around me, I'm like, "Woah, woah" Keep the trenches around me and I'm like, "Oh, woah" Keep the streets around me, I'm like, "Oh, oh"EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Meek, what up bro? L Niggas sellin' re-rock I can hear the Federales tryna eavesdrop A 100 bands in the sneak box I make a bad bitch turn into a freak thot Lately I've been rollin' out in Cali with my nigga YG and he a treetop (he a treetop yeah) On my way to link up at Chicago with my nigga Durk and get the 30 threeshot (get the 30 threeshot yeah) I'm just rollin' 'round, I'm rollin' 'round my city That boss talk, that dog talk, my young niggas so with it And I came up and I stayed up in them trenches Chico no fool, but my young niggas keep limits 'Cause I do it for the young niggas I'm gettin' money with my young niggas I'm toting guns with my young niggas And I told 'em I'm the one nigga My young niggas they so with it Big bag they go get it Get the drop, that's game time Get rolled on, you don't roll with us I don't know niggas, I don't owe niggas Don't talk money, I choke niggas Don’t talk work 'cause I live that You talk work, get kidnapped like Ye' We ain't got no love for that other side, no way Young niggas a sweep your whole mother side with that K 30 shots on 30 shots, we run up on you broad day Lawyer money on lawyer money, my young niggas okay

Ay, in the clip goin' A Extendos in my bape Stars all on my roof Hit the hood in that Wraith I'm just rollin' 'round, I'm rollin' 'round in my city Got that 30 round, 30 round and that semi yeah I'm just rollin' 'round, I'm rollin' 'round my city That boss talk, that dog talk, my young niggas so with it And I came up and I stayed up in them trenches Chico no fool, but my young niggas keep limits 'Cause I do it for the young niggas I'm gettin' money with my young niggas I'm toting guns with my young niggas And I told 'em I'm the one nigga Free 9, shoot niggas on free time Pussy niggas better rewind Back it up don't say it again Gang shit, we play to win Play for keeps, Ikey hoppin' up out the jeep You ain't knock him up out the sheets Maybach sittin' behind the sheet yeah Niggas I've up been in the Chi kill for me yeah Niggas under Larry Hoover still love me yeah A couple drug lovers I call 'em pills baby 'Cause you got a gun bitch you still scary Ain't win yet, don't put me in that jam nigga Ain't sayin' shit, my young niggas go ham nigga K round stick, and we on whoever wherever anybody can get it, I'm with it yeah yeah I'm just rollin' 'round, I'm rollin' 'round my city That boss talk, that dog talk, my young niggas so with it And I came up and I stayed up in them trenches Chico no fool, but my young niggas keep limits 'Cause I do it for the young niggas I'm gettin' money with my young niggas I'm toting guns with my young niggas And I told 'em I'm the one nigga2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Ain’t a killer, don’t push me I know a lot of killas pussy And I see them niggas looking Killers stay around me nigga I’m hearing all the rumors I stay around shooters All my niggas, they do this Ain’t a killer, don’t push me nigga Ain’t a killer, don’t push me nigga I’m hearing all these rumors Ain’t a killer, don’t push me nigga These niggas ain’t loyal, these niggas ain’t for you Spreading rumors, these niggas don’t love you These niggas act real, these niggas talk guns Never let the MAC squeal, I know my niggas will Cause they ready for it Clips so spaghetti for him 30 shot clip, Imma give it to em Never got my shit snatched, you ain’t get your bitch back Run up on em, give me that nigga See me in that Jag, what you looking at Niggas see me ride past royals looking at You the shit back then, now you looking back Shooters on deck, but you splint lag While theses drugs spin back, we ain’t playing fair Hard as Chiraq, you ain’t coming here Diss me, I don’t care where you from nigga Niggas ain’t welcome here Seen killers, tell killer and they rat I don’t know shit, what happened Applause on sight, niggas cocked Bricks for the low, then I tax And I do what I rap niggas And I don’t fuck with these rap niggas So you better adapt nigga What you talking about nigga? Ain’t a killer, don’t push me I know a lot of killas pussy And I see them niggas looking Killers stay around me nigga I’m hearing all the rumors I stay around shooters All my niggas, they do this Ain’t a killer, don’t push me nigga Ain’t a killer, don’t push me nigga I’m hearing all these rumors Ain’t a killer, don’t push me nigga Shoot out 10 nights tryna point nothing We just point, ain’t a killer but don’t push me nigga Tryna rob, shooters at his top, shooters on the block

Shooters all I got in the bushes nigga Act up, we gon whack something Front me ten bricks and won’t bring him back nothing Feed the whole squad Imma give my squad some You won’t get your squad none Chopper with bosses, went iced out the cross Guns in the attic, got coke in the closet And we ready for war, and we at your door All of these niggas act like they my niggas These niggas ain’t with us These niggas ain’t killers So who pushed em? Ain’t a killer, don’t push me I know a lot of killas pussy And I see them niggas looking Killers stay around me nigga I’m hearing all the rumors I stay around shooters All my niggas, they do this Ain’t a killer, don’t push me nigga Ain’t a killer, don’t push me nigga I’m hearing all these rumors Ain’t a killer, don’t push me nigga25EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> We smoked up, no hawk eyes No new niggas in my eyes Run up on me and you die Broski in the cut like peroxide Cause I go hard for my niggas (I'm a rider) And I'm a die for my niggas (I'm a rider) And I'm a ride for my niggas (I'm a rider) My niggas know I'm a rider Hate cause I'm on fire Did my time for my hammer, ain't tell cause I'm a rider Always throwin' my side up Eat cause I'm a survivor These bitches who sleep with me don't let these snakes slide up Fuck niggas Fuck bitches All these haters can't fuck with us Pradas strapped and my partner strapped Streets with us I'm a street nigga Chop from the Glock I peep niggas and my day one niggas they eat with us People in miami bring heat with us Four in a four pour lean with me Lets go (Lets go) Run up on me get chopped up These police can't stop us Red tape niggas get mopped up O.T.F. niggas my partners We smoked up, no hawk eyes No new niggas in my eyes Run up on me and you die Broski in the cut like peroxide Cause I go hard for my niggas (I'm a rider) And I'm a die for my niggas (I'm a rider) And I'm a ride for my niggas (I'm a rider) Im a ride with my niggas, I'm a die with my niggas Got a vibe with my niggas, Eye to eye with my niggas Homicide for my niggas, makin cash with my niggas And I tell 'em free my niggas I lie for my niggas I'm a hustla, I dont really care who dont fuck with us That beef shit, these fuck niggas they duck from us 300 thats 300 its enough of us, These labels and this money tryna fuck with us And im a ride for my niggas im a rider And im a die for my niggas im a rider Im pullin triggers for my niggas Im a rider And im a rider, cuz im a rider We smoked up, no hawk eyes No new niggas in my eyes Run up on me and you die Broski in the cut like peroxide Cause I go hard for my niggas (I'm a rider) And I'm a die for my niggas (I'm a rider) And I'm a ride for my niggas (I'm a rider)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> My trap house, a waffle house My trap house, a waffle house My trap house, a waffle house My trap house, a waffle house We got grits for the low We got grits for the low We got grits for the low We got grits for the low My trap house, a waffle house My trap house, a waffle house My trap house, a waffle house My trap house, a waffle house

We got grits for the low We got grits for the low We got grits for the low We got grits for the low Got syrup in my trap house Something like a waffle house Touch down in my trap gonna have Lud Foe wipe em out I swear I'm doing numbers, I fuck her with a rubber My niggas getting money, so fuck you if you don't love me These niggas wanna kill me, these niggas tried to hug me They act like they all love me, wanna copy, they a dummy But my trap house a waffle house Sipping lean for myself, man Got a bad bitch for dessert, yeah Got a bad bitch for dessert, yeah Because my trap house like a waffle house My trap house, a waffle house My trap house, a waffle house My trap house, a waffle house My trap house, a waffle house We got grits for the low We got grits for the low We got grits for the low My trap house, a waffle house My trap house, a waffle house My trap house, a waffle house My trap house, a waffle house We got grits for the low We got grits for the low We got grits for the low My trap house rolling That young nigga global Trapping out a Rover Pulled up on your bitch, it was hard for her to keep her composure Cough syrup in my soda Call my plug, say, "Hurry up, nigga, what's the hold up?" I got family to feed and customers to please 80 racks on my arm when I roll up my sleeve Another 50 on the charm 'cause I been booming P's Sitting in the hot tub, smoking weed and watching TV Diamonds dancing, that's how you know it's me when you see me My phone blowing up, the trap going crazy They can't get enough, Dolphy got them flavors I'll shut your trap down, the best prices in town It's Dolph My trap house, a waffle house My trap house, a waffle house My trap house, a waffle house My trap house, a waffle house We got grits for the low We got grits for the low We got grits for the low My trap house, a waffle house My trap house, a waffle house My trap house, a waffle house My trap house, a waffle house We got grits for the low We got grits for the low We got grits for the low3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Ayy-Ayy-Ayo Bleu Gorilla on the track Turn Me Up Josh They say you is what you hang around Like what I look like snakin' a nigga who been ’round me, who been stayin' down? You a clown, move around And ain't gon’ lie, 'cause I got love for all the shawties who done grew up, turned to shooters now You was wild, juvenile You caught a case when you was an adult and ain't gon' lie, you thought it was gon' be the same as juvenile When you was down, who was down? Twenty-three and one, you locked down, plus you got a cellie doin' a hunnid now You tryna pray last minute, he ain't listenin' I feel the love from these diamonds when they glistеnin’ Know how you feel when you finally get attention ’Causе before, it seem like niggas wouldn't listen I got some fam’ who just came around, they say they love me now Seen the fatherhood that we been on, they give 'em onesies now And I heal the grudge with a nigga I love, I give him money now Baby momma drama got me rushin' into them rubbers now Told his ass, "Stop lackin," but I caught him lackin' a couple times When I think ’bout Iris, I get in my feelings, wish I could hug her now I don't phony kick it with rap niggas, I don't give my number out Lotta bitch niggas woulda been dead if I ain't humbled down, oh (Gorilla on the track) And I'm so excited But I ain't gon' rat myself to a big indictment I speak my pain off the top, that's why I quit writin'

Let bro down when he was tryna box, that's why I quit fightin' (Ayo Bleu) You tryna pray last minute, he ain't listenin' I feel the love from these diamonds when they glistenin' Know how you feel when you finally get attention 'Cause before, it seem like niggas wouldn't listen I was tryna sell my Link card to get a Blick, y'all I was actin' for them hoes like I was a big dawg No, I ain't have shit, but I'm the shit, yah No, I ain't have shit, but I'm the shit, yah3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> It's two of me It's two of me I'm just doing me I got my gun, you got your gun nigga You and me I can't do shit for free bitch I'm doing me I gotta get it by myself, I get this money by myself I swear I do it like it's two of me I'm Lil Durk two times yeah, I'm Lil Durk two times I'm Lil Durk two times yeah, I'm Lil Durk two times I'm Lil Durk two times yeah, I'm Lil Durk two times I'm Lil Durk two times yeah Two Glocks, two bitches tugging on my Johnson I'm like 2Pac, I'm in the A with thugga thugga Free Guwop, I share my last to with my brothers Bring two pops, my DJ on the E-Way and he smokin' (moon rock) My shooters don't hesitate, I told all my niggas we elevate Get money, fuck bitches, it's better days Pull up in a coupe, back from 88 We grew up some screw ups, never get money and stay the same Hate is real, so if you're a hater get time just stay away I fuck and your tore off the molly and gatorade I fuck and your tore off the molly and gatorade I fuck and your tore off the lean and purp, put in my surp Bitches be getting it tricking wit me you try to rob I'ma put you on a shirt I'm just doing me I got my gun, you got your gun nigga You and me I can't do shit for free bitch I'm doing me I gotta get it by myself, I get this money by myself I swear I do it like it's two of me I'm Lil Durk two times yeah, I'm Lil Durk two times I'm Lil Durk two times yeah, I'm Lil Durk two times Two cups, I don't give two fucks I'm flexing too much, hundred thou in two months Nigga shoot some, you better do some And if I call for that ish you just know two coming Pop a wheelie on a bad bitch, two hoes fucking from Miami Need two bricks to feed the family Need that kit to feed the family Got two choppas for the family Got some hoes from Alabama I don't love these hoes, I know it's too random Bitches be fucking from money, need a check And I rob nigga for that check Nigga don't get no respect Bitches be on me, they fucking who next Bitches too thirsty, they can't get a check And I got twenty two thou on my neck I'm just doing me I got my gun, you got your gun nigga You and me I can't do shit for free bitch I'm doing me I gotta get it by myself, I get this money by myself I swear I do it like it's two of me I'm Lil Durk two times yeah, I'm Lil Durk two times I'm Lil Durk two times yeah, I'm Lil Durk two times I'm Lil Durk two times yeah, I'm Lil Durk two times I'm Lil Durk two times yeah5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I've been catchin' all this violence lately I've been catchin' all the sneak diss I've been sippin' on this act lately Drinkin' so much that I pee different Lately (Put a perc inside a Piña colada) Lately (I'm in the trap i8 pickin' up the Phantom) Lately (I love my niggas like blood but yeah we brothers) Lately (And I could never put no one above 'em) Bein' fake the new real, that's why the world polluted

I did shit for every nigga in that system losin' (Let's get it) They set me up for fraud, how much I Westerned Unioned? I told my jeweler that we good and went and copped a cuban I know some bitches from the city yeah I talk about 'em (yeah yea) I lost some niggas back to back now and they safe around me (yeah) And this shit gotta be real 'cause I don't pay for families (Let's get it) I'm from the jungle where them killas go ape about me (rrah) How they blame me 'cause I'm trill and nothin' fake about me (Let's get it) How they blame me 'cause I'm off the pills and I wrecked the Audi In the field all day ask Rex about me (Let's get it) 'Posed to been my brother nigga why you textin' 'bout me? (Sneak dissin') I've been catchin' all this violence lately I've been catchin' all the sneak diss I've been sippin' on this act lately Drinkin' so much that I pee different Lately (Put a perc inside a Piña colada) Lately (I'm in the trap i8 pickin' up the Phantom) Lately (I love my niggas like blood but yeah we brothers) Lately (And I could never put no one above 'em) I put a dolla in yo' ass And I see vile in yo' ass (Gang!) Bitch you gon' die for the cash (Cash) 'Cause my name on it you wanna smash (Smash) In the streets I'm forever blessed In the streets I'm forever stamped (Let's get it) Diamonds on me they water water Rob me 'cause a ambulance (rrah) Headshot call the ambulance Balmain we ain't sharing pants (Balmain) Tell the industry to let us in (Fuck 'em) Tell the traphouse to let us in (Fuck 'em!) Wouldn't trade for 100 bands (Lord) Rather be around 100 brothers than to be around 100 friends (100 friends) Choppa make 'em do the running man (Gang!) Give me a cup I'ma overpour Bitch I'm 300 forever glory (yeah) Couple killas they forever scorin' I was trappin' off of Android Gang gang what I stand for (gang gang) Real niggas what I stand for (real) My baby momma she a fan boy Kicked her out like a landlord I've been catchin' all this violence lately I've been catchin' all the sneak diss I've been sippin' on this act lately Drinkin' so much that I pee different Lately (Put a perc inside a Piña colada) Lately (I'm in the trap i8 pickin' up the Phantom) Lately (I love my niggas like blood but yeah we brothers) Lately (And I could never put no one above 'em) Lately Lately Lately Lately Yeah yea I've been catchin' all the sneak diss I've been sippin' on a lot lately Yeah yea yea1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Shawty, I'm a baller I'll buy a bag and spoil ya Fuck her, never call her I'm lyin' like a lawyer Heels, red bottoms Basic bitches Jordans I could put you in a mansion in California Shawty, I'm a baller Shawty, I'm a baller Shawty, I'm a baller Shawty, I'm a baller Shawty, I'm a baller Shawty, I'm a baller Shawty, I'm a baller A baller, a baller Shawty want a mansion Baby, I'm finessin' I like the way you dressin' Put you on some karats Bitches tell you anythin' Them hoes they be jealous Put you on Margiela your Snapchat go bananas Ape shit, we go Ape shit Why you put me on yo' pay shit, my exes hatin' I can brag how you can take dick, thumb in yo' (shh) She can stay thick (and she can shake it) Shawty, I'm a baller, hit up Ben Baller Got a show in Sweden, I can send for ya Met her ass one time, I ain't never call her I'mma get it back together, I'mma spoil ya

I've been ballin' For a minute I've been ballin' I gotta get it Shawty, I'm a baller I'll buy a bag and spoil ya Fuck her, never call her I'm lyin' like a lawyer Heels, red bottoms Basic bitches Jordans I could put you in a mansion in California Shawty, I'm a baller Shawty, I'm a baller Shawty, I'm a baller Shawty, I'm a baller Shawty, I'm a baller Shawty, I'm a baller Shawty, I'm a baller A baller, a baller She don't like them lame niggas Ring like it's James, nigga Maybach with the shades, I spent like 3k on my shades, nigga I like that she a baller, she like to play 'round with my wave, nigga I was local, she said that my wave it got way bigger Ballin' like I'm A.I., he went Hall of Fame, nigga Street nigga and I like yo' vibe, yea She want my baby 2 times, cum inside her And she be ready for me, on the 'gram she be checkin' for me I've been ballin' For a minute I've been ballin' I gotta get it Shawty, I'm a baller I'll buy a bag and spoil ya Fuck her, never call her I'm lyin' like a lawyer Heels, red bottoms Basic bitches Jordans I could put you in a mansion in California Shawty, I'm a baller Shawty, I'm a baller Shawty, I'm a baller Shawty, I'm a baller Shawty, I'm a baller Shawty, I'm a baller Shawty, I'm a baller A baller, a baller I've been ballin' For a minute I've been ballin' I gotta get it I've been ballin' For a minute I've been ballin' I gotta get it2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Oouu Superstar she got me feelin' so messed up I be workin' on a lot of stuff Pressure These lil' bitches love 'em so extra Pressure I wanna be with you but they will not let us My pride in the way and I can not help it My name on that pussy baby I'm selfish Confessions I will not lie to you baby I swear Accept me for your past baby I swear You was right there when no one was there Yeah (5x) ooh ooh (Yah) Yeah (5x) ooh ooh (Yah) Yeah (5x) ooh ooh (Yah) Yeah (5x) uh-huh Durkio world Baby momma want me to be with her (be with her) Kept me with bitches I'm teachin (teachin') I'm finally famous so bitches be plottin' on me (ay) My heart been broke before I don't want no apologies (you ain't gotta tell me sorry) You left me in the dark when you left you took a part of me Fame in the way I couldn't see (oo ooh) I ain't really where I wanna be (oo ooh) Ohh (oo ooh) When you left me in the dark you took a part of me

Pressure I wanna be with you but they will not let us My pride in the way and I can not help it My name on that pussy baby I'm selfish Confessions I will not lie to baby I swear Accept me for your past baby I swear You was right there when no one was there Yeah (5x) ooh ooh (Yah) Yeah (5x) ooh ooh (Yah) Yeah (5x) ooh ooh (Yah) Yeah (5x) uh-huh Sleep in the dark These bitches be blastin' up all of my texts (all of my texts) Lyin', they sayin' they all was my ex (all was my ex) The stories ain't real and you gotta speak facts (facts) I know they be frauds so baby don't sweat it Nigga you trippin' and you lookin' pathetic (pathetic) Gave you my heart so baby protect it (baby protect it) Same broad vacation (same broad vacation) Ain’t proud to beg temptation (ain’t proud to beg temptation) So let me take the lead (take the lead) I know you is proud of me (proud of me) Fame in the way I couldn't see (oo ooh) I ain't really where I wanna be (oo ooh) Ohh (oo ooh) When you left me in the dark you took a part of me (Hey!) Pressure I wanna be with you but they will not let us My pride in that way and I can not help it My name on the pussy baby I'm selfish Confessions I will not lie to baby I swear Accept me for your past baby I swear You was right there when no one was there Yeah (5x) ooh ooh (Yah) Yeah (5x) ooh ooh (Yah) Yeah (5x) ooh ooh (Yah) Yeah (5x) uh-huh7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Playing with Glocks that was a sport Momma told me to get back on that porch Had no money, trap house slow Robbing and hustling was so important Niggas was telling, feds in motion Everything they doing was being recorded Fed taking pictures and we posing Hopping in and out of them Porsches Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Jumped off the porch (all my niggas they so real) I been jumped off the porch (all my niggas they'll kill) I been jumped off the porch (tell my niggas it's a drill) I been jumped off the porch I was down when the war was strong They told us chill out Half sleep when the sheriffs came ( sorry momma ) They told us get out It was a drought, I had a doubt Me, I was sleeping on my homie couch Had to wake up with this crack in my mouth Heard his mommas telling me to get out Caught me a case Bitches be on me because I'm the new Ye This is my city where killers don't play Gotta keep killers around where you lay Link card cut short she on public aid Everybody left but my niggas stay Before we was raided We was killing these roaches with raid My niggas was killing for J's RIP to Nuski Bae We miss you Same L's, same blood, same tissue We killing any niggas that diss I was playing with them Glocks Playing with Glocks that was a sport Momma told me to get back on that porch Had no money, trap house slow Robbing & hustling was so damn important Niggas was telling , feds in motion Everything they doing was being recorded Fed taking pictures and we posing Hopping in and out of them Porsches Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Jumped off the porch (all my niggas they so real) I been jumped off the porch (all my niggas they'll kill) I been jumped off the porch (tell my niggas it's a drill) I been jumped off the porch4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I'mma tell you how my people went to jail, ya feel me Doin' life, 50 plus (Free 'em) Feds people took my people down Then they got caught with them M's Let them niggas out, man I heard the feds listenin' I heard the feds listenin' I heard the feds listenin' I heard the feds listenin' I heard the feds listenin' I heard the feds listenin' I heard the feds listenin' I heard the feds listenin' I heard the feds listenin' I heard the feds listenin' My momma, told me, Chrisy Louie, had the feds wit 'em My momma, know I'm hard, body, and I ain't scared nigga Born in 92, I grew up wit no dad nigga And when I catch 'em he a dead nigga (bang!) This is for my niggas wit the feds nigga It's so fucked up, we talk through glass nigga Your nigga move that dope, that glass nigga (that work, work) I wish my nigga used that mask nigga They gave you 40 from that last case 2 chains on but I'mma add base Tryna' throw Rico, gave me headaches Then they tried to snake me then its that red tape I heard the feds listenin' I heard the feds listenin' I heard the feds listenin' I heard the feds listenin' I heard the feds listenin' I heard the feds listenin' I heard the feds listenin' I heard the feds listenin' I heard the feds listenin' I heard the feds listenin' Nigga you a wangsta and you ain't pop none My hits like my studio shit I drop some What you know bout wakin' up to them blocked numbers? Can't call back, but you know they wanna couple hunnids My barber for my kids, like hey I'm out a job Free my niggas doing calenders, Green Dot them all 3oo, for that Rico, there's not a lot of us You can't join us, nor beat us need a lot of trust He in the Law library, like where he go wrong at? I told that nigga, that his phone is tapped He supposed to be right here flexin cuz he don’t belong now He got the message, don't think that nigga got the wrong LL *Phone ring* "Hello" "What up bro what's wrong" *Laughs* "Wrapping up these bricks" Keepin' it flowin' where you at, you ready?" "Ok bitch, where you at?" "Yeah, I'm downtown on my way down there now" "I'm gonna grab my son, take him back to the crib" "I'm gon' shoot down to the burbs right now" "How many bricks you need?" "Hey, you know what all the shit you have" "Alright let's do it, say no more" "I got 10 bricks for you, let's get it" I heard the feds listenin' I heard the feds listenin' I heard the feds listenin' I heard the feds listenin' I heard the feds listenin' I heard the feds listenin' I heard the feds listenin' I heard the feds listenin' I heard the feds listenin' I heard the feds listenin'3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> 52 Bars Pt 3Nigga hoes always talking pillow niggas Got some hittas runnin up that'll hit a nigga You ain't real, you ain't never been a drilling nigga Fuck the team nigga, I got my gang You a ho nigga, I got your chain Send shots if you mention my name The opps do it cuz the police the same

These niggas giving out special things Pour it up slow it down for the lean heads All these niggas around me, they don't mean shit 50/50 for a check you ain't bring shit War time back to back you ain't seen shit L's up, free the guys, we the team bitch OTF, 300, we the team bitch Ray Charles on the block, ain't seen shit Ray Charles on the block, ain't seen shit Going in game time , NBA face Having money , hit em with the Stevie J face We'll take one shot , he'll take eight Drill the top 7 niggas then I made eight Bueller got the trunk going band camp Chop got the truck going bang Whoever thought I see myself on demand Whoever thought by 21 i'm in the sand On South Beach all the Haitis was a zoe pound Real nigga don't judge no judge joe brown We don't judge em tho, we don't love em Send em out , we don't love these hoes Bitches with the most money who we love the most Love out my category so you love a ghost , oh you love the ghost I love my team cause they do the most (SQUAD) I been talking shit like I got halitos I'm bragging on my cars , my crib , bragging on my jewels , bragging how i live Ace of spade for the show , I don't like to sip Couple shooters round me cause they like to grip Meek Mill Dreamchasers yeah I fuck with him Coke Boy from Montana , yeah I'm one of them Hustle Gang turn up , yeah I fuck with Tip Get his ass jump if you acting tough Yeah , Now I'm back to the street shit I done seen alot of niggas with the beef shit (SQUAD) Kevin home , Jerome gone , now it's money gang Niggas pussy , niggas bitches , they ain't on a thang Opp niggas shooting blind if you want a name If you wanted fame, I'll never change, I'll blam nigga Young nigga , straight shot from the Lam nigga Free Jam nigga, I'm a real nigga, Just chill before you real get killed nigga Don't believe me , just watch get a mill nigga Everybody round me get a meal ticket From the old heads, to the dope heads, to the savages, to the lil niggas Hood niggas , I'm with it, anybody get it, these niggas flipping I ain't talking chickens, Let's Get It (SQUAD) I be telling these fuck niggas they can't fuck with us man6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Only Want One NightWe don't love these hoes, I only want one night Then pass her to my bros, I only want one night These niggas lovin' hoes, I only want one night These niggas cuffin' hoes, I only want one nightEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Money and power, thats the only religion Pray to god that we make it, hit da streets and go get it I want it all Yeah, I want it allll yeah (2x) Money and Power, thats just part of ma niggas Rest in peace to J-money, we living life to we end it My religion is true, but i just cop me some robbins Niggas switch up on they niggas to tha niggas that's poppin I give life to my kids, daddy gave life to tha pigs Only reason niggas out they gave advice to the feds (I want it all all all all, yeah, i just want it all all all all yeah) Dreads don't make you Haitian, Guess you don't cuss you a christian Niggas die for attention, I pray to god for ma niggas Some believe in the devil, tha luminati' got levels Niggas givin up they family for some cribs and some bezels Niggas change under pressure, two gun cases can't tell'em I can tell niggas tattle i lost my bro to the battle yeah (I want it all all all all, yeah, i just want it all) I seen alot of niggas, go on dat stand pointing fingers Told ma mama I love her, and salute who don't believe us (nah) Niggas claim we they brothers and they right here when we need em But I went through the trauma and seen nobody but Jesus Got caught up by tha life, I got brought up by tha pipes Now these niggas takin credit 4 what we did all dem nights (I had it all all all) Age of 16 had a ball, want it all I got it all In the streets I took a lost, Gunshots ring off them blockas These niggas mad dey can't stop us Everywhere you go these niggas know we the topic All black hoodie no gothic, dey dreaded up like dey shottas (squad) But we watchin who watchin, dem niggas saying dey got us I can't trust these niggas, I can't fuck with these niggas I got up on these niggas, and Ima up on these niggas (I want it all all all yeah i just want it all, all Yeahhh yeahh) (Coke boy baby)7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Who is durk to you?

Durk that's blood cousin his momma my auntie My momma his auntie blood Real shit man So when you all say blood you all mean blood? OTF this is family nigga This shit ain’t war it’s blood Go through so much, nobody know Hand on my pipe can't trust a soul Times ain't the same we getting old These niggas fu they get exposed That's on my soul, my soul, my soul, my soul Devil want my soul, my soul, my soul Who said I sold my soul for gold and clothes and hoes No, no, no, no, no, no Feel my pain, how you feel my shoes, can't feel my name Once I hit the top I ain't gone change that's on my soul Once you know about waking up in the middle of the snow Seeing the news watching people dead that you know I lost niggas but family different My niggas family so tell me what's different I came in late selling packs, momma tripping I'm feeding family so tell me who get it I ain't go to school I was on that block I needed education, I forgot You could forgive but never forget Whatever I'm with my niggas they with Go through so much, nobody know Hand on my pipe can't trust a soul Times ain't the same we getting old These niggas fu they get exposed That's on my soul, my soul, my soul, my soul Devil want my soul, my soul, my soul Who said I sold my soul for gold and clothes and hoes No, no, no, no, no, no I know the consequences of my actions Knew I'll be rich when I start rapping When shit was real, when niggas lacking Just made our city murder capital I said fuck school I was always absent Niggas need oscars, they always acting Niggas is bitches they always reacting I tell a nigga he get clapped like magic Me and my niggas we been through so much For that band my niggas get you touched Break your legs that ain't enough And this my city ain't letting up That's on my soul Go through so much, nobody know Hand on my pipe can't trust a soul Times ain't the same we getting old These niggas fu they get exposed That's on my soul, my soul, my soul, my soul Devil want my soul, my soul, my soul Who said I sold my soul fuck gold and clothes and hoes No, no, no, no, no, no1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> My lil' nigga loading up the chopper My lil' nigga problem solver, yeah We sold 50s, they like 30 poppers My niggas, they the problem solver, yeah Turn up, turn up, woah Feds ain't picking up this case (Woah) The feds ain't picking up this case (Woah) Feds ain't picking up this case The Ruger I got pick up his face The feds ain't picking up this case The feds ain't picking up this case Feds ain't picking up this case The Ruger I got pick up his face (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Call up my jewelry, I need me a Mueller (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Spend money on hits, I pay for the shooters (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I talk to the streets, this money amusing (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) They say they gonna kill me, but why they ain't do it? (Woah) Get paper, quick paper (Paper) Brick case, free my brick layer (Bang) My Rollie diamonds, they hit major (Diamonds) Rob me, I erase you (You won't) They talking on sight shit (Nah) You ask for indictments (Dawg) Double cup give me brightness (Double cup) Girls on some dyke shit (Woo) Sip so much lean that I'm numb (Numb) Mama, I carry my gun (Brrrt) Can't end up like Ricky These niggas be hating on me 'cause I'm boys in the hood (Let's get it) No gun, catch a body like Suge This niggas be getting this money

They fucking up with me, my niggas we got the city we, turning up (Woah) My lil' nigga loading up the chopper My lil' nigga problem solver, yeah We sold 50s, they like 30 poppers My niggas, they the problem solver, yeah Turn up, turn up, woah Feds ain't picking up this case (Woah) The feds ain't picking up this case (Woah) Feds ain't picking up this case The Ruger I got pick up his face The feds ain't picking up this case The feds ain't picking up this case Feds ain't picking up this case The Ruger I got pick up his face The feds ain't picking up this case I give 'em the work like a mixtape (That work) Carlito, I got it, I've been straight (I got it) I pick up the work like I lift weights (Uh) 300 days and 300 nights (300) The feds wanna talk, but I know my rights (Rights) Spend whatever on lawyers, don't want no life (No) Bitch, I got the smoke like a motorbike (Gang) No, I don't fuck with informants (Gang) I didn't do it, I was touring Don't come to my house with no warrant (Huh?) Don't hit my line if not important (Gang) I spent a few bucks on my mortgage (Bricks) Hope you get the pic like a portrait (Yeah) Everything I do big, I'm like Norbit I son all these niggas like orphans (Gang, gang, gang, gang) Hypno Carlito don't need no co-sign (Gang, gang, gang, gang) Polish shit up, that's why Lil Durk had signed (Gang, gang, gang, gang) Play me and Varney, I'll give you a line (Gang, gang, gang, gang) My lil' nigga loading up the chopper My lil' nigga problem solver, yeah We sold 50s, they like 30 poppers My niggas, they the problem solver, yeah Turn up, turn up, woah Feds ain't picking up this case (Woah) The feds ain't picking up this case (Woah) Feds ain't picking up this case The Ruger I got pick up his face The feds ain't picking up this case The feds ain't picking up this case Feds ain't picking up this case The Ruger I got pick up his face2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yeah, (Yeah) This nigga ain't really fuckin wit us man Got this shit guaranteed on lock Lets get it! UhhhHH That picture perfect shit like that Iont think my shit don't sta-a-a-ank Not picture perfect, shit like that I'm on top of my city Whoever thought some shit like that? Now I be driving foreign cars That picture perfect shit like that Whoever thought I'd be a sta-a-a-a-ar? Picture perfect shit like that Ayy-a-a-ayy Now dis ain't what you want Only drop some shit like dat Name an auto-tunin nigga That'll drop some shit like dat They say they snatch yo shit I get yo shit right back If you ain't with a 5s I can't picture tha-a-a-a-ayy Picture perfect panorama Porsche You a pussy, still on forces Those are ghosts, I'm hearin voices Made a "M" by makin choices That make me see these hata's Truest colors Free my brothers Die for them Thats on my mother Alot of kids before 21 (Whoever thought?) Alot of niggas snake you for your mon' (Whoever thought?) I never thought I buy the shit I never bought Or them cases that I caught If I never called

Iont think my shit don't sta-a-a-ank Not picture perfect, shit like that I'm on top of my city Whoever thought some shit like that? Now I be driving foreign cars That picture perfect shit like that Whoever thought I'd be a sta-a-a-a-ar? Picture perfect shit like that Ayy-a-a-ayy Public houses, public schools Only eatin public food Really me but picture you You can't walk up in my shoes I'm that dude (Whoever thought?) Now sing this tune for whoever you lost Lives Ayy-ayy-ayy Pray for em Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayyyy Pray for em Ayy-ayy-ayyy (For em) Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayyyy Model wants to get cuz Ain't nobody believe me Call me phony, call me greedy Niggas mad cuz they ain't eating I had to grind for it Nobody had time for it I had to put my mind to it Iont think my shit don't sta-a-a-ank Not picture perfect, shit like that I'm on top of my city Whoever thought some shit like that? Now I be driving foreign cars That picture perfect shit like that Whoever thought I'd be a sta-a-a-a-ar? Now picture perfect shit like that Ayy-a-a-ayy That picture perfect shit like that (Shit like that)9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Trenches, the trenches, the trenches, the trenches I do it for poverty A lot of street niggas in fuckin' with me you know? (Shoutout my nigga Snapdogg you know?) Real gang man No I don't want yo' apologizes No, I don’t drink on no Qualitest My bitch get the drink, she a pharmacist I'm thinkin' 'bout the hood, yea stealin' it How you trade on me how you trade? Was my brother but you left, you shoulda stayed I had so much so much my shoulders couldn't wait I sit back and look at the people that you played Yeah I ain't lookin' for no handouts Ain't lookin' for no handouts I was addicted to shootouts I'm in the trenches with Pluto I got a stick at my bitch house Now I take shits in a big house I never carried the field I gotta outwork my pills I gotta suck up the tears I'm in the gutter for real I love my brother for real Never depend on the slut Can't force it if he is my cut Them choices will make you a mutt Few years in the state And the feds gave 200 months Off percs and 200 blunts I get head for 200 bucks I mix Chanel with the Fendi Shawty will kill you for singin' Shawty be lit with the Benjis And I fucked twice in the Hemy FNs tucked in the denims High speed high speed I lost guns in the rental And I put drugs in my mental No I don't want yo' apologizes No, I don’t drink on no Qualitest My bitch get the drink, she a pharmacist I'm thinkin' 'bout the hood, yea stealin' it How you trade on me how you trade? Was my brother but you left, you shoulda stayed

I had so much so much my shoulders couldn't wait I said better look at the people that you played Yeah I ain't lookin' for no handouts Ain't lookin' for no handouts We gon' ball with a anthem Auntie went balled for the cancer My uncle had died from stabbin' I moved to the A now I'm dabbin' Ride 43 with no license The opps is thinkin' we ISIS Fuck whoever don't like it I nut her face 'cause she triflin' You left me to die in a rot You left me to die on the block Wouldn't think I would rise to the top But I'ma ride with the Glock I kill for my brothers who for me I hate when niggas say you love me Deep down wanna plug me See me down be above me He were my nigga 'til the end I can't trust 'em If I ever see 'em now I screamin' fuck 'em I ain't fuckin' with no fool shit He see me now he won't do shit I'm ridin' with my gang No I don't want yo' apologizes No, I don’t drink on no Qualitest My bitch get the drink, she a pharmacist I'm thinkin' 'bout the hood, yea stealin' it How you trade on me how you trade? Was my brother but you left, you shoulda stayed I had so much so much my shoulders couldn't wait I said better look at the people that you played Yeah I ain't lookin' for no handouts Ain't lookin' for no handouts6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> They wanna see me down They wanna see me down Just wanna see my son grow up Chicago streets, no love I might not make it through the summer, but I cannot give up They wanna see me down They wanna be me now Niggas catchin' cases Dyin' on a daily basis I stared from the basement I used to sleep in basements They wanna see me down They wanna be me now They don't want me 'cause my profile high cases Being black tryna make it in this world, can't make billions like other races If I call it how I see it they say I'm racist Let's face it If Donald Trump win the spot, then we back to the basics No more link, no more WIC, no more free shots when you sick No more S.S.I. checks, either coming for your kids I'm for not who would of though I would make a million of of pot Feds on me why you think I used to turn down all the slots Tired of seein' my niggas die, on they days they momma cryin' Opps crazy on IG tell them niggas calm it down Heard niggas telling now, they come around I shut it down And I keep a couple rounds And I keep a couple rounds BM trippin' see my son, he know I care I grab my gun when I land in O'Hare My momma stressing over me, she loosing hair My cousin trippin', say I'm never there Why? Then I say Just wanna see my son grow up Chicago streets, no love I might not make it through the summer, but I cannot give up They wanna see me down They wanna be me now Niggas catchin' cases Dyin' on a daily basis I stared from the basement I used to sleep in basements They wanna see me down They wanna be me now Kick back, smoke, and I just tell my mans Look y'all, we came a long way from selling grams I'm tryna make a Mill, you tryna make a stack When I leave I don't know if I'ma make it back You don't need nothing to relate to that The thought of my kids suffering, I hate the fact Say goodbye to your mom, before you every think of doing me bodily harm Even though the war is on, you've got to be calm It's a time to keep quiet, a time to respond

Nah, you'll never be fly as the Don I shoot you man in his head, let him die in your arms It's written inside of the Quran They changed the Bible several times, something's got to be wrong Check it for yourself, if you don't believe me now They can't be me now, therefore they just wanna - They wanna see me down Chicago streets, no love I might not make it through the summer, but I cannot give up They wanna see me down They wanna be me now Niggas catchin' cases Dyin' on a daily basis I stared from the basement I used to sleep in basements They wanna see me down They wanna be me now1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Ain’t no other niggas like my niggas, you feel me? (Raising Hell ain’t an option, it’s in our blood Signed to the streets!) I'ma ride for my brothers I'll die for them, that's on my mother Only the streets can feel my struggle One thing about 'em ain't no other I raise hell in my city (And I know, I know, I know, I know) I raise hell in my city, so be prepared in my city Lost Nuski and Pat to a bunch of these bitch niggas Street nigga heart but the mind of a rich nigga What's happenin', go back me and bro never switch, nigga O Town, late night studio, smokin', stain Couple drinks, tryna get me to sip, nigga Gave bro thirty something years, he ain’t a snitch nigga I don't know what's going on with half of these split niggas One minute in the house next time wanna spit niggas My city respect and honor me Ain't a killer but break the bond and see Muzzle with the chop, trigger finger water I bet it could part a sea I'll decease for my niggas Twenty one years in the streets with my niggas And that's to my momma, she know about my brother She know she playin' for keeps, nigga Late night tryin' stretch somethin' Dice game, sellin' drugs, it ain't safe after dark, nigga Call bro, bring the pole, thirty six O’s, then you know not to park nigga And it’s hell in my city, two shots hit head or tail in my city War time if it's animosity, and I got the squad to rock with me I'ma ride for my brothers I'll die for them, that's on my mother Only the streets can feel my struggle One thing about 'em ain't no other I raise hell in my city (And I know, I know, I know, I know) I raise hell in my city, so be prepared in my city Ride, I'm a rider Beef with my squad then theres no survivors Young niggas fourteen, no L's that be drivin' Then catch a body on a nigga be lackin', we 'bout violence Let alcohol trick you to a coffin Think I'm sweet tell lil' bro to off 'em Chicago on my back, nigga No love in hip-hop cause we don't act nigga Sip act nigga on the block with a Mac nigga No money but we tax niggas Nigga's city show love to the rap niggas That's my all my L's go loyal And these niggas, these bitches ain't loyal And these streets, these streets ain't for you And I'm a rider so save that shit for them other niggas Niggas ain't fuckin' with us, niggas ain't ridin' with us These niggas ain't out every night on the strip with the hammers outside with us Magazine tryin' to vibe with us, hoppin' out that black Benz tryin' to slide with us Niggas say I'm bad business but niggas cuffin' bitches, I'm a side nigga I'ma ride for my brothers I'll die for them, that's on my mother Only the streets can feel my struggle One thing about 'em ain't no other I raise hell in my city (And I know, I know, I know, I know) I raise hell in my city, so be prepared in my city6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (TouchofTrent be wildin' with it) I be takin' all these pills to easy up my pain now Lost too many niggas at a early age and I hate crime

Call a nigga a snitch in a public place, feel like a hate crime 'Cause them real niggas vouchin' for 'em, yeah And I still be with my brothers even though I'm rich and all I slowed down deeply off them pills, they mixed with fentanyl You see a crime, don't say nothin' 'bout it, no matter what you saw Only The Family in my bloodline, fuck what you thought Too many shots fired around big apartment complex I done seen my close homie get shot, I was thinkin', "I'm next" My two crodies, they'rе my brothers, they say, "No contacts" They said our namе but left us hangin', man, that's all facts I put my pain in my music, they say I don't do shit I'ma take these drugs and abuse it Feel like I'ma lose it They said, "We movin' like a mob," but I told them, "It's a movement" This shit in my flesh, nigga Tellin' on the brother or the opp, you're still a rat, nigga I seen't the best with it He grab the pen and the pad and I seen him make a mess with it (Tell me what we want, when you're down, yeah, yeah Tell me what we want, when you're down, yeah, yeah) These niggas bitches, they be movin' off emotion Instead of fightin' with my brothers, I'd rather fight these bozos If my dog get caught for a murder, best believe I'm on it If he tell, he'll tell again, he tryna get up on us (Uh-uh, uh) I'm tryna live up with the finer things Shoppin' therapy, I spend my last on designer jeans They ask me, "Do I rap?" I say, "I kinda sing" I cut my mouth with fifty thousand next time I gotta sneeze (Movement, let the beat take me away I wanna go, let the streets take me away) I put my pain in my music, they say I don't do shit I'ma take these drugs and abuse it Feel like I'ma lose it They said, "We movin' like a mob," but I told them, "It's a movement" (Tell me what we want, when you're down, yeah, yeah Tell me what we want, when you're down, yeah, yeah)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yeah Yeah Basically for real For real for real Hiee! Basically for real Dirty ass bitch can't get her hair did (Woah!) Basically for real Bum ass bitch look better than her kids (Basically, yeah) Basically for real Fuck nigga tryin' hang around for the perkys Basically for real Fuck her one time why buy purses (Woo woo!) Basically for real Grow my hair back now she dick riding Basically for real Cash her out 'cause she got a big ass Basically for real (Basically for real) Yo' block poppin' these niggas gon' switch sides Basically for real (Basically for real) Stay away from a fuck nigga yo' snitch ass Bitch ass, tryin' pull me under like quicksand When I do the dash I switch hands With my day ones don't switch mans Free stock caught the feds had good glass Get on your ass and it's no pass I used to rap with a notepad Came from nothin' can't go back My BM ride with both sides My niggas rob with no mask I fucked yo' bitch with no cash She suck my dick got no ass Came from the jungle it made me wild Ball on your own gotta say the shit loud Big G locked up over that metal They wish he was out he could set an example (gang) I just put mud in that Fanta OG bought toys, ain't believe in Santa You want smoke you smokin' camel Better off go fighting cancer Deadly, my shoe game on Jet Li You been my brother when you met me Sneak dissin' ass nigga so messy Let's get it! Basically for real Dirty ass bitch can't get her hair did Basically for real (Basically for real) Bum ass bitch look better than her kids Basically for real (Basically for real)

Fuck nigga tryin' hang around for the perkys Basically for real Fuck her one time why buy purses (Yeah, let's go!) Basically for real Grow my hair back now she dick riding Basically for real (Basically for real) Cash her out 'cause she got a big ass Basically for real (Basically for real) Yo' block poppin' these niggas gon' switch sides Basically for real (Basically for real) Stay away from a fuck nigga yo' snitch ass Basically, got yo' baby momma tasting me Sneak dissin' me tryin' come around that shit fake to me Basically, you be hatin' tryin' lace the weed For real for real basically, she tryin' suck my seeds For real for real money on yo' head tryin' duck these Gs You ain't no shooter tryin' slide OT tryin' say you a killer That little Frank Mueller, got the same watch but my shit bigger That FN with us, shoot they block up fuck them niggas Get yo' hair did, get yo' feet did Basically for real ain't tryin' get on no deep shit Basically a basic bitch be on some cheap shit She suck my dick bitch keep that blunt hoe you can keep it Basically for real Dirty ass bitch can't get her hair did (Basically for real) Basically for real Bum ass bitch look better than her kids (Basically for real) Basically for real Fuck nigga tryin' hang around for the perkys Basically for real Fuck her one time why buy purses (Basically for real) Basically for real Grow my hair back now she dick riding (Basically for real) Basically for real Cash her out 'cause she got a big ass (Basically for real) Basically for real Yo' block poppin' these niggas gon' switch sides (Basically for real) Basically for real Stay away from a fuck nigga yo' snitch assEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> The Voice, The Voice, The Voice, The Voice The Voice, The Voice, The Voice, The Voice The Voice, The Voice, The Voice, The Voice The Voice, The Voice, The Voice, The Voice Feel like I saved the streets TouchofTrent be wildin' with it My cellie was twenty-three but he got ninety-six And he ain't even get caught for no murder, he was just movin' bricks And he be tryin' to talk to the female pilot whenever I'm on a jet He told me his best-friend told on him but I ain't wanna hear the rest See, the one that killed my blood, laying in blood, I can rest And I woke up in my feelings, feel like I drunk a pint of stress And I woke up, damn near slapped her shit, I blamed it on Tourette's And I love her ass to death, I hold my breath so I can't flex The Voice The Voice The Voice The Voice, The Voice, The Voice I was devastated Spot 'em, got 'em, whenever I see him, this shit ain't premeditated Fell out with Wook, I say I dislike him but I'll never hate him We locked back in, we feel like zero, Jayson Tatum It's been a long, long time, been a long time since I seen her Talkin' 'bout my daughter, not a bitch 'cause that don't mean nothin' Gotta count my blessings, that's good karma like I ain't see it coming Gang fights in school, I still salute like I ain't see you runnin' And they'll watch you starvin', low income, low-key apartment I mean abandoned apartment, Glock with a switch when I aim at a target Audemars diamonds flawless, I'm the voice, honest (Mixed up in violence) I'm just being honest The Voice The Voice The Voice The Voice, The Voice, The Voice1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up You gotta live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up You gotta live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up I tell em live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up Live it up, run up on him better give it up It's a stick up, 911 ain't pickin' up A nigga like me don't give no fuck All of my cars, all of my clothes, all of my hoes I got it Everything could be gone like magic

I know a lot of niggas die for that fabric Pretend your nigga let it happen Whatchu' gon do? Eveytime I see you with a gun, is you gon' shoot? Too many niggas be hatin, too many niggas be fakin' But in these streets too many niggas won't make it Got killers in M.I.A I'm talkin' straight Jamaicans If you come through talkin' about bricks, my niggas a take it Them hiccups, the mac that I got a give you a face lift No Soulja Boy my shooters on deck, ain't even got to say shit Not a word not a sentence not a paragraph Broke ass niggas I hate they ass Straight 8 jeep boy I'm turning fast But all my niggas can't turn on them So imma live it up, live it up , live it up Sippin this lean go and get a cup, get a cup, get a cup, get a cup, get a cup For that price my niggas gon hit em up Lets get it! Live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up You gotta live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up You gotta live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up I tell em live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up Imma street nigga wit all you need Books, bonds and lawyer fees Its just us no state over seas I'm gettin money over seas Now I gotta take care of all my niggas A lot of these niggas don't feed the killas For a G or two my young niggas go get him No boxer, wit this Tommy Hill Figure Live it up, betta turn down nigga You wit your niggas, go turn down witchu yall Like a smoker I can't turn down swisher 'But if you get left, my nigga get switched up He ain't even know it, but I know that he switched up I know that he switched up, like juice did bishop Can't no nigga ever say I bitched up He tellin' I know it don't get it mixed up Now back to the blueprint I heard he got robbed and he ain't do shit And yall knew this? Pull up on the ghost on some spook shit We creep through the gangway Hands full of choppers and Ak's I hope you aim straight No Pac, Brenda still having a bae bae So watch where you shoot Live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up You gotta live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up You gotta live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up I tell em live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Why they fucking tweakin', they calling my phone These niggas tweakin' bitches tweakin', they calling my phone See I ain't handing out no favors stop calling my phone You ain't my bitch or my connect I ain't picking up the phone Just leave me alone they steady calling, stop calling my phone These niggas looking for some work but don't call up my phone These bitches tweakin', they be tweakin' and calling my phone Everybody they be tweakin', they calling my phone I ain't tweakin' I'm seeing them tweet Catch him in real life on folk them I'ma lead I got that call about my bro, I didn't wanna believe it (J. Money) I'm on a open case just a open case turned into a murder case, just in case it ain't safe lord pray for me I wonder for all my dirt, will he open them gates for me The streets ain't bringing no promises because I got faith in me Don't call me woofin' Only my bitch or my connect or a nigga bookin', niggas hatin' on me lookin (Nah) I'ma live today, tomorrow ain't promised I'm the hottest nigga out right now, I'm just being honest Don't call me everyday bugging me about no money Real nigga, I'm a real nigga and we keep it 100 See these police out here tweakin', giving hella cases I hear you snitching, you in a better place These niggas knowin' me, put them in they place My niggas ride for my niggas, my niggas ride for me and I know that (Yeaa Yeaa) One thing about me I ain't going at all Real nigga, young nigga, I just want it all Like K.D. bitch I'mma ball Don't answer my phone if ain't about no money at all She got me tweakin' Dope I smoke, I swear to god it's reakin' I can't believe it (Nahh, 300) <EOS> <BOS> They be tryna judge me

I thought that they loved me But they don't really know me Please don't judge me (don't judge), don't judge me (don't judge) They be tryna judge me They don't know my story Tell me why they hate me Don't judge me (don't judge me), don't judge me (don't judge me) Loyalty was the key to these street niggas (let's get it) Chains, cars, cribs, since a kid I used to think I was Meech nigga Starving, crib full of family I can't sleep without balling So I watch D Rose play (often) Aunty died from cancer so I rap to keep the laughs I'd rather pray when I'm alone than steady giving shit to pastors Daddy gone since I was in pampers, he get out when I'm a pimp Old and a dead man, hands still on the hammer Niggas talking 'bout they my mans and we friends Where you was you at when that man with that lanz offered me ten? Shackled up, with the niggas that we hit with the fan Eating shit that we gathered in blan President still black, I hope he change shit Niggas out here fifty, doing the same shit When he say he got my back it rain pit Don't judge me, I know the streets love me (yeah, talk to 'em) They be tryna judge me I thought that they loved me But they don't really know me Please don't judge me (don't judge), don't judge me (don't judge) They be tryna judge me They don't know my story Tell me why they hate me Don't judge me (don't judge me), don't judge me (don't judge me) Dope dealers, cold killers, they want niggas told nigga Half them killers told on 'em, had my chopper and road with 'em My mouth close though, I can't snitch on a nigga Pillow talking to ops and hoes, bitch of a nigga Summer nights, all them drugs made me kill shit I lost so many niggas if they down I ain't feel shit Been on IG with my nigga, the feel rent Them niggas just made me, I kept it real with it and they ain't loyal though Mind of a psycho twelve posted on light poles Sold crack to the light though, going crazy I might though RIP who I cry to, hold my hands on my head cause I got to Yeah, I'm loyal nigga They be tryna judge me I thought that they loved me But they don't really know me Please don't judge me (don't judge), don't judge me (don't judge) They be tryna judge me They don't know my story Tell me why they hate me Don't judge me (don't judge me), don't judge me (don't judge me)24EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> You would take a sip of that green, nah You'll hit the clean with the cut, yes Goofy smoke my weed, nah Your gun come with a beam, yes Alexander McQueen scarf Not for the drip, I cover the tats Might gotta shoot a nigga all in his back Nigga act like he a big dawg Everything he say out his mouth straight cap I call Von, he steer with the MAC I don't sip drink but I do miss Act' I know a young nigga that'll work this pack See him one time and he can't get a pass None of my shooters gon' put on a mask They gon' kill whoever they catch Nigga want gas, I'll put on a tax Nigga better run when that Hellcat scratch You can't come around, you don't boot up off x I can't come down, just give me my meds Only The Fam', ain't really got friends I spent two thousand on a pair of pants I'm real street, nigga, I need romance I told her come down, she don't suck with no hands Niggas ain't gang, they really be fans They say when I talk, sound like I preach They say they love when I talk to the streets If you not real, stop talkin' to me If you not trill, stop talkin' to me, woah 'Posed to be my brother, woah Showed your true colors Niggas actin' like they for us But I thought we had each other, woah We used to serve in the alley I talk to my pops on the tablet I fuck with the T's, they valid I fuck with the stones, they valid

Prices lower than Cali' The flight's a thousand and somethin' But Ralo got caught on the private I hate all the cops with a passion Fast car, so I don't gotta stash it Too high, I keep bands near the glasses Bitch niggas, they make me the maddest I done seen niggas snitch on the status Killers slide in the night like Gladys From the hood where they flip off a mattress Where they light crack pipes for mattresses Where they try to put air in their baggies Where they'll try lower your standards Why you tryna get me on camera? Talkin' bout murders, I vanish And I want my plug to speak Spanish And I like my ho to be managed Where the feds did a sweep, it did damage Where the feds did a sweep, it did They say when I talk, sound like I preach They say they love when I talk to the streets If you not real, stop talkin' to me If you not trill, stop talkin' to me, woah 'Posed to be my brother, woah Showed your true colors Niggas actin' like they for us But I thought we had each other, woahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> "I feel good but I really came from nothing I came from the struggle I came from the gutter, you know what I'm sayin'? I came from a house of four, plus my momma and my grandmomma, no daddy you know what I'm sayin' daddy been gone so I ain't really have no choice but to be the man. I've been running the streets since I was 12, 13 years old. You know what I'm sayin' sellin' drugs, you know what I'm sayin' shootouts. I'm thinkin' it's like a good thing, but I'm stressing my momma, my grandmomma out so I ain't really have no choice but to move my family up out the hood, I ain't have no choice to leave Chicago and move to the A and get my own crib. 6, 7 bedrooms, you know what I'm sayin' mini mansion like it feel good to even start like that man. I ain't have no choic, went to jail 3, 4 times and had major setbacks. Get out of jail, it's a whole new wave. Every time, get out second time, it's a whole new wave so I ain't really have a chance but to really like catch up, you know what I'm sayin'? Give y'all this story, you know what I'm sayin' and I feel like by the end of the day, I gotta come out on top, you know what I'm sayin' 'cause all odds is against me, you know what I'm sayin'? Shit, I ain't really have no choice but to feed the streets." Love songs for the streets you know? Ay, when I picked the name they probably thought it was gonna be some R&B shit you know? Nah, I'ma just let it talk for real Let's get it! I promise 2017 I'ma be the best boy Can't fall, I gotta prevail can't be like the rest of 'em I took my city by storm I never asked for it I'm with the hustlers, them murderers and with them trap boys I ain't have no choice Hungry on them corners I ain't have no choice Young nigga with them birds I ain't have no choice Out here with them hustlers I ain't have no choice, ay I ain't have no choice, ay (Let's get it!) I'm from the slum, hopin' to see some better days That low income, being less for the section 8 Say what you want, makin' sure that my family straight One hit song, call the people want 100k Give me yo' pint and I'm bustin' it, we tried to finesse a nigga Sippin' these medicine, I'm tired of the stressin' I be really sittin' back thinkin' niggas fuck with me yeah I'm guessin' it It's indefinite I got a question in it You can't relate to my music, I don't want yo' credit Left my city, I went to yours, 'cause I gotta get it I'm a savage with fashion, this is not a gimmick I come from low-income I tell 'em I'm a menace (Let's get it!) I promise 2017 I'ma be the best boy Can't fall, I gotta prevail can't be like the rest of 'em I took my city by storm I never asked for it I'm with the hustlers, them murderers and with them trap boys I ain't have no choice Hungry on them corners I ain't have no choice Young nigga with them birds I ain't have no choice Out here with them hustlers I ain't have no choice, ay I ain't have no choice, ay (Let's get it!) I love my sister to death her love ain't got no limit She say I got rich and left, she say I'm actin' different She said say no to them drugs, them 30s got me trippin' She say don't never sacrifice I told her that's for publicity I'm from the pound originally, I started singin' they mimic me How you gon' kill her, you jittery Nuski's killer had his misery I had 10 cases in felony of Chicago 'cause I was holdin' a .40 I've been snaked up by my own family, I've been tryin' to avoid it (Let's get it) Shit they better pray for me Tell my momma it ain't safe for me Bitch nigga get away from me Kill anybody got no sympathy I promise 2017 I'ma be the best boy Can't fall, I gotta prevail can't be like the rest of 'em

I took my city by storm I never asked for it I'm with the hustlers, them murderers and with them trap boys I ain't have no choice Hungry on them corners I ain't have no choice Young nigga with them birds I ain't have no choice Out here with them hustlers I ain't have no choice, ay I ain't have no choice, ay (Let's get it!) Streets ain't a young nigga a choice Durk back at it! Showin' love for the streets DJ Drama! Feds wassup?2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I can't fuck with ho niggas I can't fuck with niggas at all I can't fuck with sneak dissers I can't fuck with niggas at all I can't really trust bitches I can't trust these bitches at all I can't fuck with new niggas I can't fuck with niggas at all I'm on that spot 'em, got 'em I'm popping up like drama I'm a poppa monster Big blunts ganja Money got hella commas Big mac protect me, I got hella ? Chiraq drillinois, OTF we them boys FTO killinois, I grew up bad as fuck Turn hitta by a choice Got up with 300 turned to jack boy Keep it don't lack boy 30 and ain't scared I've been to plenty shootouts and nigga ain't dead RIP to the dead, my broski made the feds But niggas turned into pigs I made em eat the Sig RIP fuck a snitch, I'm dolo fuck a bitch I'm dirty, meaning I'm filthy rich, I'm 'bout it, meaning I'm in the shits I'm dirty, meaning I'm filthy rich, I'm 'bout it, meaning I'm in the shits L'zzz I can't fuck with ho niggas I can't fuck with niggas at all I can't fuck with sneak dissers I can't fuck with niggas at all I can't really trust bitches I can't trust these bitches at all I can't fuck with new niggas I can't fuck with niggas at all Guns go off like base time, iPhone FaceTime Never tell, take time Life in jail, take mine I got a son can't waste time It's either starve or J down, I grab the pipe and J down Trained to go I'm with that RIP to Tayski, when he was here he was getting that That boy my motivation, so I ain't with the chit chat 2012 Benz truck, what nigga you know that did that Lil nigga in Chicago, bigger than happy big cats The streets be baking, all you niggas faking But Imma pop like bacon, because I'm hot as satan The realest in the making, one of the realest made it I got a lotta doubters, hoping that I don't make it L'z I can't fuck with ho niggas I can't fuck with niggas at all I can't fuck with sneak dissers I can't fuck with niggas at all I can't really trust bitches I can't trust these bitches at all I can't fuck with new niggas I can't fuck with niggas at allEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I'll fuck your bitch if she put it in And I just ran up a hundred bands Gave him my watch and he flooding it Nut in her face and she rub it in Niggas sippin' on the cutter ten Bitch I'm ballin' like Above the Rim See my face cost another ten Had a Ford, now I got a Benz Honda Accord, we was trappin' in See the stores they was runnin' in Snatch and grab, got my bitch a bag

Eleven years, got nine in New generation dying fast Before the P's, had dime bags Pinky ring cost nine stacks, yeah You can't name a bitch that I ain't touch Now I'm Balmain rocking, came a long way from Von Dutch Multiply and crush, shout out to scammers Ain't no I in us, I'm too high to trust I was fucked up when I was little I ain't never had no money (let's get it) I was fucked up when I was little (was fucked up) Now I got a whole lot of hundreds (drugs) I didn't take drugs when I was little (turn up) Percocet sick to my stomach (get it) I got two beams, now you little (little) You already know how I'm comin' (ayy) I was fucked up when I was little (gang) I ain't never had no money (guns) I was fucked up when I was little (money) Now I got a whole lot of hundreds (shooters) I didn't take drugs when I was little Percocet sick to my stomach I got two beams, now you little (let's get it) You already know how I'm comin' (let's get it) Yeah, I can litter you (turn up) Stay out them books, you political (let's get it) I can litter you (litter you) Bag on your head, get rid of you You told on the audio Nigga that's an interview Got drugs in Idaho Them'll come with chemicals My skin inky, smoke that stinky Don't drink that green shit, wedding ring my pinky My bitch she decent, she know I eat it She say I'm freaky, she know I'm geekin' New Prada, two straps Cough syrup, two caps My bank account, 21, 21 That forty cal, 21, 21 I fuck her, she 21, 21 I got the pounds for, 21 I was fucked up when I was little I ain't never had no money (let's get it) I was fucked up when I was little (was fucked up) Now I got a whole lot of hundreds (drugs) I didn't take drugs when I was little (turn up) Percocet sick to my stomach (get it) I got two beams, now you little (little) You already know how I'm comin' (ayy) I was fucked up when I was little (gang) I ain't never had no money (guns) I was fucked up when I was little (money) Now I got a whole lot of hundreds (shooters) I didn't take drugs when I was little Percocet sick to my stomach I got two beams, now you little (let's get it) You already know how I'm comin' (let's get it)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> We sell liquid dope (gang!) The lean man online (Let's get it!) Damn... I was deep in the field on this street shit Late night I was starving ain't eat shit Studio thinking hits, tryna get rich Hanging with a lot of niggas that was counterfeit I was too real tote a blue steel Had a deal, had a deagle No deal, I was breaking packs Had to feed and go kill, post till I had M's Then I had to go chill with a couple racks I'm a real man Studio 24 like a Laker fan Street shit, had to take it in War time out late I ain't take it in I had to make amends See you the red light Creep on you with the red light Strip a forty, getcha head right Homocide slide Ion't know nothing I was on the road doing shows so bye bye Well connected like Wifi Ion't know shit I can't tell on my guys Smoking on this spinach game, Popeye And my niggas do a drill Nigga up pipe call it show and tell Light a nigga brain like emmit till Do a drill, they for real, they'll kill Well I'm signed to the streets, yeah This street shit ain't for everybody (no, no, no,no,no)

So I'm tell this shit to everybody (no, no, no,no,no) So stay in yo lane (stay in yo lane) You can't fit in with this crowd (nah) Whats yo resume nigga? (what's your resume?) You ain't no killer (you ain't no killer nigga) I'm asking what's your resume nigga? (what's your resume nigga?) I heard you ain't no killer (nah, nah, nah, nah) Who with this street shit? We was hugging them corners Niggas snitching they informing Street shit was important Back then I couldn't afford it Yellow ice bitch stone Jeff Ford shit They see how he spending them forges Try to rob me, end up in a morgue place Or storage place with no face I'm talking 'bout I'ma hammer baking soda If the block dryy then I'm taking over Police they take it I'ma make it over Give me a brick and I'ma break it over You ready, I'm ready You with it, I'm with it Let's get it, you talk but don't get it Put D in that skillet I'm tryna get millions I'm tryna get rich Shit rich Talking drug money, blood money I love money, I wanna hug money Well I got that (let’s get it) Say I gotta when I got that I’m loyal to my niggas Out late night I be strollin' with my niggas (I just chill with my niggas) On them corners I be hustlin' with my niggas (I’m just hustlin' with my niggas) I'ma kill you if you fuck with my niggas (GANG, let’s get it) This street shit ain't for everybody (no, no, no,no,no) So I'm tell this shit to everybody (no, no, no,no,no) So stay in yo lane (stay in yo lane) You can't fit in with this crowd (nah) Whats yo resume nigga? (what's your resume?) You ain't no killer (you ain't no killer nigga) I'm asking what's your resume nigga? (what's your resume nigga?) I heard you ain't no killer (nah, nah, nah, nah) Who with this street shit?13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Chopsquad DJ on the beat so it's a banger Let's get it, L You invited (ha,ha) We can take Xan baby in my party We can drink the lean baby in my party (aye) We can pour the liquor baby with some molly Up all night we can do it till the morning Welcome to my drug party, my drug party baby Welcome to my drug party, my drug party baby Welcome to my drug party, my drug party baby Welcome to my drug party, my drug party I ain't a smoker baby you know i'm crazy I go in like poker baby this drink i'm taking Molly for the turn up baby, so turn up baby We do it to the sun up baby, so much up baby She can get a birkin baby, she perfect baby We can get a new Mercedes, she worth it baby I was born in 92' she a 80's baby I know that they hating baby cause i made it baby You can bring the drug, drug , drug Whatever you like (whatever you like) You can take a drug, drug, drug Whatever you like , baby Welcome to my drug party! We can take Xan baby in my party We can drink the lean baby in my party (aye) We can pour the liquor baby with some molly Up all night we can do it to the morning Welcome to my drug party, my drug party baby Welcome to my drug party, my drug party baby Welcome to my drug party, my drug party baby Welcome to my drug party, my drug party Have a party celebrate us pour the liquor up Waste shit on me baby she gotta lick it up I want your friend now shawty know she thick ass fuck Im off the shits now so you know im quick to fuck The way that she do the Chanel The way that she look when she pop her a pill The way that i look when i pop me the seal The way that she look when i pull out the scale 50 shots on me, the bar on me Uber put my card on it, its large money

And plus my name ringing Drug party bring the drugs thats the main reason Baby welcome to my drug party! We can take Xan baby in my party We can drink the lean baby in my party (aye) We can pour the liquor baby with some molly Up all night we can do it to the morning Welcome to my drug party, my drug party baby Welcome to my drug party, my drug party baby Welcome to my drug party, my drug party baby Welcome to my drug party, my drug partyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> No snake can snake me Man I feel like I lived this life before Like I seen this shit happen We ain't got the same blood We just brothers from the mud Grew up in the same hood, and the violence so fucked up A nigga can’t jugg We gone sleep around each other till we neighbors I'm just tryna wonder when this feeling in my pain stop How you say you love me you my brother but got my name up You must be crazy thinking I changed up I'd do anything, plus give my fame up You know I’ll give my fame up You know I will never change up You know I'm that dude but you let a lame fuck You know I'm that dude but you let a lame fuck When I be gone off the ecstasy, shorty she gone get the best of me And she know I be with killas, so family is not accepting me I nutted all in her and left I told her I got vasectomy Why them getting to @‘ing me? Said they catching me they stretching me Bronem be watching my back they know I be gone off the medicine My cousin had died on cam, the police got footage and edit it Big facts, on god, I can't get shit snatched Can't leave I need that get back Fuck shot I need you kidnapped Suprise that the Glock come get frown I tatted all my dead homies In my skin Foenem cracking them BOA's, they need yo pins Gulp a cup of my lean just to wash off my sins Made my tri-state hoes buy me all my timbs We ain't got the same blood We just brothers from the mud Grew up in the same hood, and the violence so fucked up A nigga can't jugg We gone sleep around each other till we neighbors I’m just tryna wonder when this feeling in my pain stop How you say you love me you my brother but got my name up You must be crazy thinking I changed up I’d do anything, plus give my fame up You know I'll give my fame up You know I will never change up You know I’m that dude but you let a lame fuck You know I'm that dude but you let a lame fuck Yo homies say they on me, i be with killas and parolees Them niggas police, I know they name, bruh You be rapping about that trap but ain't never sold nothing I hold a grudge back in 09 you ain't let me hold nothing You cheat on me I swear I beat you like you stole something Pillow talking to these hoes, yeah you cold blooded How you follow me on the gram and you don’t like pics I fucked a bitch she like all girls she don't like dick Cum on my night sheets, they don't like this Bad bitch a Pisces, I keep a night stick I swear I'm at my nicest been through my crisis We not to be played with, they on they night shift Niggas try to stick me up, they can never show no love That petty shit let go I told you i ain't got no grudge I don't give a fuck I'm addicted to these drugs When I was down and gone them niggas ain't send me nothing Sip red, i ain't fucking with tussin' Wipe down, I'm bussin' Shoot first, you clutching You mad I pressed yo button You know we read yo mind, my niggas ain't ducking You know you play with mines ain't no discussion We ain't got the same blood We just brothers from the mud Grew up in the same hood, and the violence so fucked up A nigga can't jugg We gone sleep around each other till we neighbors I'm just tryna wonder when this feeling in my pain stop How you say you love me you my brother but got my name up You must be crazy thinking I changed up I'd do anything, plus give my fame up You know I'll give my fame up

You know I will never change up You know I'm that dude but you let a lame fuck You know I'm that dude but you let a lame fuckEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Ghetto, yeah I grew up in the ghetto Let's get it L's (I grew up like that) Nothing to eat, nowhere to sleep, nowhere to go People to meet, I'm from these streets (I grew up like that) Steady going to funerals, steady going to interviews Not going too far, so I stick to the wall (I grew up like that) I grew up in the ghetto Where niggas don't make it out like that (I grew up like that) I grew up in the ghetto Where my niggas don't make it out like that I grew up with fam, I grew up with niggas that call me fam I grew up with niggas who snake they man I grew up with niggas who got in that jam I grew up with niggas doing life in the can War time, fighting for land But I grew up in the ghetto Times I ain't eat nun, go to school just to eat lunch No kid watching re-runs, wake up doing re-runs My momma, my opponent (let's get it) These millions I'm on it And I gotta eat nigga On the corners everyday with the lights out Walk in broad day with the pipes out Waking up middle night with the lights out So why these niggas faking? I pray to God that I make it I told my momma I can't take it (the ghetto) (I grew up like that) Nothing to eat, nowhere to sleep, nowhere to go People to meet, I'm from these streets (I grew up like that) Steady going to funerals, steady going to interviews Not going too far, so I stick to the wall (I grew up like that) I grew up in the ghetto Where niggas don't make it out like that (I grew up like that) I grew up in the ghetto Where my niggas don't make it out like that C-C-Came up in the ghetto People tell me keep my head up my whole life If I didn't have nothing, I'm fed up B-B-Bitches out here, just shut up Rest in peace my lil shawty I promise I wish I could write you a letter And I miss you momma I cherish this life, because no one is promised tomorrow Pray to my father Lord forgive me for sins I committed But this is the way that we living Why can't no one see my vision? Remember the basement Remember my aunty would beat me because of the dishes Couldn't wait to get grown Say to myself when I make it I'm gone from you bitches Even though a nigga tryna make it out I still got love for the (ghetto x3) I can't change, I was raised in the (ghetto x3) Made me who I am and I love the (ghetto x3) (I grew up like that) Nothing to eat, nowhere to sleep, nowhere to go People to meet, I'm from these streets (I grew up like that) Steady going to funerals, steady going to interviews Not going too far, so I stick to the wall (I grew up like that) I grew up in the ghetto Where niggas don't make it out like that (I grew up like that) I grew up in the ghetto Where my niggas don't make it out like that (I grew up in the ghetto) Why they faking, why they faking?7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I caught my bitch in my feelings until my mans called With them killers in the city screaming "Redrum" Seen the opps and you ain't shoot, lil nigga you dead wrong You got mad at me through text but I think you read wrong I talk to my pops every day in the feds cause he got a cellphone I kiss my kids on the head every day cause I live in a hellhole I spent like 300 racks on my bitch, they said my head gone I salute niggas like Lil Charles, did nine, and still ain't tell none

These niggas don't play with us, we said it and it's gon' get done Grew up in the hood, when I go to sleep I'm duckin' bedbugs Retaliate for Keef, he a folk cause he show mad love Sixteen and a killer with no ID, I send that cash out Fuck the other side, fuck the other side, fuck the other side I know you know you touch these golds, they take your soul If you ain't gang and you come around, we take your pole Know some famous hoes in my DM, I made them touch they toes Five'nem hit you five times with that Glock, that's cause they Moes (Stones) And we steady making all these packs, these niggas better check the score And we steady rolling up these opps, these niggas better check the score Boy, your diamonds so SI, you can't get cash for gold Limousine, stretch him, I can't wait 'til we catch him (Pack) Hellcat scratch him, spot him, got him Foenem got him, he gon' be dead I can't at him, he ain't no snake, so why he rattle? His ass a rat, I know he tattle I know day one's who was here for the battle Ah, oh, off these drugs, I can't feel my face When I'm 'round different niggas, I be feeling outta place And I'm over 17, I'll still take my brother case If I talk back to my old hoes, I feel like I'm outta place These Alexander McQueen shoes, I feel like I'm outta space If I take some that you ain't do, I feel like I'm outta place Outta place, outta place, outta place, outta place I'm outta place, outta place, outta place I feel I'm outta place I told my main circle I got 'em Whatever it is, it really don't matter, I got 'em (Yeah) Doing good, but you could do better I feel off and turned to an addict I pick X pills over addy I send big love to my granny I fucked a hooper bitch in Miami I can't say her name cause that'd do damage I fucked eight times and I changed my number I would say the team but that'd be petty No handshakes, head nod Go to Iowa to get it off All the opps fanned out, every time they look up it's man down Put some money on my head, I'ma tell you right now go get it back You brought them lies to the people on the homicide but you spilled them facts Don't sit around me, they shot your homie, pussy got get him back Get him whacked, homicide We don't apologize, your street rep is denied Pussy told us slide, that's when he died Rocket launcher, Number-huh Ah, oh, off these drugs, I can't feel my face When I'm 'round different niggas, I be feeling outta place And I'm over 17, I'll still take my brother case If I talk back to my old hoes, I feel like I'm outta place These Alexander McQueen shoes, I feel like I'm outta space If I take some that you ain't do, I feel like I'm outta place Outta place, outta place, outta place, outta place I'm outta place, outta place, outta place I feel I'm outta placeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yeah, lets get it, I ain't fuckin' around Fuck these niggas, Niggas know how we ridin' Gang, OTF FTO! Wuk say he holdin' weight, call up Twin he hate to wait Bake 'em with the Eight, Ike wanna bake his face Shooter ain't no shooters, if they count they straight, what’s yo count? Sayin' BDK then watch yo' mouth Why you hate on me? I taught you niggas how to bag a treat Turn up on these opps then bags some D, niggas woof at me Spreadin' these rumors talkin' 'bout, pussy I don't respond to goofies Police lookin', pulls a slicky, Murder scenes yo' block like movies Ain't no robbers in Chicago I never seen some boys tote Uzis Keep my gun, on my son, my niggas they one of one Nigga ain't no one on one, see them swing, I clutch that drum No one ain't no friend no more, these niggas hoes, these niggas done Niggas in my face be like "How you sign yo' deal and shit? Heard you left yo' block When you made that million quick" I ain't make a million, shit, you woulda seen a million bricks J-money was torchin' opps, ahh I hate the streets that took Lil Rob I just copped a brick of hard, These niggas soft, pussy fraud Askin' why they took Sheroid Gave an inch they took a yard, Ruler on my hip Beuller in this bitch 'Cept our guns playin' all the music in this bitch Opps be on that Twitter war Stop, you ain't no hitta boy, stop, you ain't no killa boy All that shit a gimmick boy, All the opps, they trippin' boy Got the news trendin' boy Chiraq, Drillinois, go tell 'em, Killinois Autotune my raps now, every show, we strapped now They crazy, actin' like you bustin' You get clapped down, Bro dem got that mac now

When we hear that Mac sound, boomerang van we do a hit And we come back 'round, all that talk and talkin' shit Men with that tucked Tony Two bangin cases on my momma, imma keep it on me Gotta watch my back for these snakes, cause the streets hold 'em Imma leave 'em in the back, by his self, then a nigga lonely Fuck with my niggas man Imma go bar I don't need a hook I started this bar shit, feel me? Squad, squad12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L-L-L-L-L-L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L's up for them hitta niggas Got hitta niggas that a hit a nigga Check a bag with ten niggas We still hit cause we still them niggas Under pressure from the media Not knowing that we still some killers Throwin' L's, can't take a L cause alot of L's be swisher nigga Kay Kay still bussin', Tee Tee still bussin' Got a deal and my niggas here but I still can't trust'em Me ain't no duckin' These niggas ain't on nothing See alot of these niggas threats but I ain't worried about nothing L's I woke up in some new punani Got that Cyrus and that Gwen Stefani Put God first then we get that money Broke my rear view, fuck who's behind me They ain't pray to God they to pray to Gotti Where I'm from you catch a lick or catch a body That's a 360 Rari Spider That white bitch brought me back like Tiger I'm higher than an astronaut, I'm off the shit I'm passin' out I don't know what they tellin' 'bout, wearing wires a get 'em got Where I'm from my niggas win, couple niggas that's gone for ten Couple guys that's R.I.P., niggas know that we get it in Life ain't no joke, nigga L's up for lil Mo, nigga Life ain't no joke, nigga L's up for lil Mo, nigga <EOS> <BOS> What they sneak dissing 'bout? Got shooters to get 'em out For a feature from me, a nigga a get and gone My niggas killers, my niggas killers I'ma amber his ass and now niggas missing I'm talking amber alert, amber alert My shooters they shoot first I'm talking amber alert Where I'm from we get em gone I'm talking amber alert Not a nigga missing, talking amber alert Can't no nigga say Durk ain't never posted up Two gun cases, taking chances if the police come April 26, when they in that twenty-six No 52 bars, behind bars he 52 in that bitch I said street niggas strong like bleach nigga Forty turn a sweet nigga, caught a case and now a weak nigga The price is right, call Bob Barky off the speed nigga Nigga close to 'em, I'ma do 'em for that fee nigga $1500 on my Balenciagas Niggas mad at you, they in that jam you ain’t send em' nothing You lying in yo raps boy you be fronting A-Amber his ass like oh What they sneak dissing 'bout? Got shooters to get 'em out For a feature from me, a nigga a get and gone My niggas killers, my niggas killers I'ma amber his ass and now niggas missing I'm talking amber alert, amber alert My shooters they shoot first I'm talking amber alert Where I'm from we get em gone I'm talking amber alert Not a nigga missing, talking amber alert She just cancelled all my shows, cost my show money Niggas act like they got it, IG gon show money I spend it, can't die with it or I can't grow money Had millions, back in 93 ninety shows from me

When I say bro in that cut I ain't just talking lyrics I got niggas thinking my shoes is on its period” (Red bottoms) I side with them and got them calling saying "I can't" Got my deal got these niggas in they feelings Put two bricks on 'em, he dead by six something How you hit that that lick and ain't get nothing? So quit stunting, just quit fronting I'm flexing and finessing I be shitting on 'em What they sneak dissing 'bout? Got shooters to get 'em out For a feature from me, a nigga a get and gone My niggas killers, my niggas killers I'ma amber his ass and now niggas missing I'm talking amber alert, amber alert My shooters they shoot first I'm talking amber alert Where I'm from we get em gone I'm talking amber alert Not a nigga missing, talking amber alert11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I just want the money fuck the fame When we got together they couldn't believe it I want you for you so fuck a name Right up in their faces they ain't even see us I'm sippin' lean just to ease the pain Ride for each other let's call it even I wanna love don't be afraid We too real they can't beat us I know she's the one I know he's the one I know she's the one I know he's the one I like her demeanor (Let's get it) Like French and Trina Like Nicki and Meek, like Drake and Serena (L's) Like Bobby and Whitney she havin' henny while I just be leanin' (drank) We can buy it like a snake, no TMZ, this other shit easy (Let's get it, L's) I'ma eat it like I'm 'posed to, stop actin' shy know you want to Teach me how to do it you my coach too (my coach too) And If you don't I'ma coach you (coach you) Let's hit the bar take more shots (more shots) Cut the phones off, take yo' clothes off Make sure the doors locked, eat it 'til you cum when yo' toes lock Had to put my ex on the block list, can't nobody hate can't stop this (can't stop this) Can't nobody hate we at the top of this (the top of this) And she look good when she topless Yeah, and she look good when she topless (yeah yea yea yea yea) I want this shit forever ever Don't want you to leave never No overseas 'cause I'ma felon (Let's get it) Can't get away baby OTF get it gang baby (gang gang) And you know they name chasin' And you know they fame chasin' Ain't no nigga like me I just want the money fuck the fame When we got together they couldn't believe it I want you for you so fuck a name Right up in their faces they ain't even see us I'm sippin' lean just to ease the pain Ride for each other let's call it even I wanna love don't be afraid We too real they can't beat us I know she's the one I know he's the one I know she's the one I know he's the one I used to party all night, party all day Now I'm sittin' at home with you baby Tie me up got me chained Lazy love got me hate It's that real shit We step out this cuts He don't really like the cameras He don't wanna go to war He got me spoiled, hustlin' is his sport Had to play hard 'fore he got me He like when I play with my fingers It don't matter them new gold Huaraches He like how I sound like (?) He know I ain't in it for fame You know that I've really been poppin' I'm workin' real hard for my name (DeJ) I take on my cup and sit on his lap (?) them bitches starin' at us He here for a reason bitch stop tryin' to guess when he chillin' with me, ay bitch stop tryin' text This makeup apperance and that smile is tellin' me about yo' convo let me put you to rest I knew he was different he got his own check, a savage, all of them tats on yo' neck I had it, I ain't have to pay for it It's mine, I really put in leg work and so you want it I'ma make you beg for it, nigga please, give me what I asked for All of them hoes that you had they ain't got shit on me either And most of this niggas want the fame and they ain't own shit either

I just want the money fuck the fame When we got together they couldn't believe it I want you for you so fuck a name Right up in their faces they ain't even see us I'm sippin' lean just to ease the pain Ride for each other let's call it even I wanna love don't be afraid We too real they can't beat us I know she's the one I know he's the one I know she's the one I know he's the one I just want the money fuck the fame When we got together they couldn't believe it I want you for you so fuck a name Right up in their faces they ain't even see us I'm sippin' lean just to ease the pain Ride for each other let's call it even I wanna love don't be afraid We too real they can't beat us I know she's the one I know he's the one I know she's the one I know he's the one1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> 52 Bars Part 3Nigga hoes always talking pillow niggas Got some hittas runnin up that'll hit a nigga You ain't real, you ain't never been a drilling nigga Fuck the team nigga, I got my gang You a ho nigga, I got your chain Six shots if you mention my name The opps do it cuz the police the same These niggas giving out special things Pour it up slow it down for the lean heads All these niggas around me, they don't mean shit 50/50 for a check you ain't bring shit War time back to back you ain't seen shit L's up, free the guys, we the team bitch OTF, 300, we the team bitch Ray Charles on the block, ain't seen shit7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Jealous, yeah, they jealous Jealous, my car got 'em I got 'em mad and jealous My wrist got 'em jealous My bank account, jealous I got 'em mad jealous I got them bitches jealous They is right now, jealous My Instagram, jealous And I go ham, jealous Got them niggas, jealous I got 'em mad jealous (x3) They jealous of me I just copped me a new watch and they jealous Fuck all that other shit my diamonds yellow Niggas is bitches I do keep that metal (Do keep that metal, that gun is on me right now) Only on Twitter when niggas be at you 40 ruger shooter tell 'em I bless you You niggas ain't got more money then my left shoe (Margiela's) I tell 'em my niggas so turnt up (OTF my niggas) They'll burn yo' bridge it get burnt up I got a bad bitch she look like Tokyo Niggas wanna compete with me and know they broke Pull up in that phantom that cost a holy ghost Niggas be tweakin' with squad they.. (Bang!) Instagram comments got them niggas hating, pussy Niggas I call friends be faking Niggas be tweakin they thought I wouldn't make it (But I made it right now) Fuck all these dirty hoes, these bitches basic Car all white they swear I was racist I can't be racist this 40 Jamaican (I'mma shoot it right now) Niggas is bitches, I turn up for what I just got a deal so I turn down for what Rondo caught a body I got up a lawyer Any lawyer call 'em I could afford 'em Niggas is fraud it's like they write for them Pull up in the ghost, on some Forgi's <EOS> <BOS> I done seen my homies sell dope to my homies motha

I done see my homies sell dope to an undercover I done see you real niggas tell it all to undercover These niggas suppose to be my niggas claiming that we brothers I done had to open my eyes to em, they say we guys I done see who was gon' ride too See that's what made me different (x2) See im mad at these niggas today, more loyal than the niggas than last year If loyalty was the key, these niggas won't last here (Won't last here) And they lyin to em, Put my life on the line for 'em Studio 24 every night i gotta grind for 'em (let's get it) My momma had told me they don't love you (they don't love you) But I ain't Listen momma, I know these niggas ain't for you (I'm sorry momma) These niggas throwing L's like these niggas loyal When you was locked up they didn't pay for that lawyer Gettin nice jobs (Nice Jobs) Sneak dissing over bitches I call it backstab I Got that last laugh, Put em on top now I gotta keep going for my kids and I can't stop now I done seen my homies sell dope to my homies momma I done see my homies sell dope to an undercover I done see you real niggas tell it all to undercover These niggas suppose to be my niggas claiming that we brothers I done have to open my eyes to em, they say we guys I done see who was gon' ride too See that's what made me different, See that's what made me different Don't bite the hand that feed you, these niggas that need you Some niggas need one head shot, some niggas they need two They need them niggas, the same time they need you But I was all down till the lean talk for me like These niggas ain't real, im going in for the kill I've been that nigga before this deal (lets get it) I told my niggas I make a mill' (Yea) Sniff a opp, take 'em out Real to my niggas, never fake em out (Real niggas since day one) So many bricks I can make a house (Get bricks) (Get Bricks) And where I'm from you don't make it out If there ain't a ticket stamp on that motherfucka then we ain't fuckin' with it5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> See people always remember When you ain't do nothing for them, they forget Forget the best thing you can do for them, you feel me So I just tell'em please don't act like act, no All my niggas we the same Please don't act like that (3x) I tell my family I won't change Please don't act like that (3x) These niggas ain't gone feel my pain Please don't act like that (3x) I told lil momma make'em pay Please don't act like that (3x) Remember I ain't have no money, remember I was a youngin' Remember I told my momma that I was out here thuggin' Just get kicks, you see My daddy copped whip & I copped plead And I can do what I want, take you on a shopping spree Caught my first case, you remember a nigga shot at me I'm out here night by night, ain't a real nigga in sight So I picked up me a mic, $200 a night Night by night, now that 10k got me right Fuck who did me wrong, it's only right I put it on my song, free my niggas lost alone I still got 100 on my phone I'ma real nigga til we on See the streets a never break me But I'm going crazy, I been feeling down lately Shoutout to the Chi cause that's who raised me All my niggas we the same Please don't act like that (3x) I tell my family I won't change Please don't act like that (3x) These niggas ain't gone feel my pain Please don't act like that (3x) I told lil momma make'em pay Please don't act like that (3x) I was robbing Jordan's, I was a juvenile so I ain't care See life wasn't important, I lost a couple niggas this year Auntie got cancer, granny gotta bad back But she carry the family, like ? don't know how to act Niggas claimin' we guys, nigga we ain't no guys Niggas leave you hanging, niggas snitch for lesser time Flexin' on'em, exercise Four chickens, extra fries

Got the trap spot turning up, tryna flip some extra cash But my homie in a place, word got back Ion't know if it's true but I'm on his ass I live that life, my life is a blast I keep my gun so I blow the pack Future reference, I'm the future Please don't test me, I'll shoot ya Yo life a blooper Shoutout to the real, I salute ya All my niggas we the same Please don't act like that (3x) I tell my family I won't change Please don't act like that (3x) These niggas ain't gone feel my pain Please don't act like that (3x) I told lil momma make'em pay Please don't act like that (3x) Please don't act like that (12x)6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Chopsquad Count up with a boss, I hope she's worth it, ooh yeah, ooh yeah She just wanna count up with a boss She know where I'm from, she wanna rep it now (She rep it now) She just wanna count up with a boss, I hope she's worth it I hope she's worth it, I hate wastin' time This the truth, I ain't got time for lies, no, no, no, no She just wanna, she just wanna love a thug I can't love you, sorry, I'm in love with money She just wanna, she just wanna love a thug But I can't love you, baby, I'm in love with money I do not fuck with no basic hoes Talk about bands, I play with those I got 'em, I got 'em, I got 'em, I got 'em Lil Durk is not chasin' hoes Bougie bitches my favorite hoes Louis up for my staple hoes All dick for unable hoes Sippin' lean with my maple hoes Moncler for the winter Balmain for the dinner I need twelve how I spend it Now you mad, Vic Mensa Ain't nobody perfect Bring her home to my mama now Ain't nobody worth it I am who they worship You ain't better than my worst shit What you tell them? And I like the way she work it What you tell them? Way that she twerkin' Lil' mama, she good and she perfect I gave you my number, so work it Yeah, yeah She know where I'm from, she wanna rep it now (Rep it now) She just wanna count up with a boss, I hope she's worth it I hope she's worth it, I hate wastin' time This the truth, I ain't got time for lies, no, no, no, no She just wanna, she just wanna love a thug I can't love you, sorry, I'm in love with money She just wanna, she just wanna love a thug But I can't love you, baby, I'm in love with money I love my money too much These bitches be on me too much Just copped me a foreign in two months They know Durk doin' too much Summer time, roof up Head like a tutor Off the molly, bood up (Bood up) Real nigga, fool none (Let's get it) Basic is not an option Even when I was not poppin' Check the grammar, hot topic (Damn) You reside here, thottie (Yeah) She real, she trill She don't get down, how she live She been through jail and all And shawty did not tell Ooh, ayy, that's my baby, yeah, she worth it Ooh, that's my baby, yeah, she worth it She know where I'm from, she wanna rep it now (She rep it now) She just wanna count up with a boss, I hope she's worth it I hope she's worth it, I hate wastin' time This the truth, I ain't got time for lies, no, no, no, no She just wanna, she just wanna love a thug I can't love you, sorry, I'm in love with money She just wanna, she just wanna love a thug

But I can't love you, baby, I'm in love with money5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> She tellin' me she want me, want me, want me, want me, want me You call me then I'm on it, on it, on it, on it, on it Put that pussy over that money, money, money, money, money I know she got that good, good, good, good, good, good With me she know she good, good, good, good, good, good Put a ring on it if I could, could, could, could, could, could I just want my name on it, I just want my name on it I just want my name on it I don't wanna a basic bitch, I don't care where she is Asking for anything, I don't let her wait for shit Talk as little as a pump, I give a fuck just to get over her Hoes in the past, can't get over them Fuck her once, I'm Kanye and Kim I put my tongue, I'ma swirl in it Time of the month came opposite of early You ever see the bitch Lay her down, eat her shit Turn her over, beat her shit Put my name on her, I'ma pray on it She say she gon' ride for me Take a case and die for me Bonnie and Clyde and ride for me And I know that she love me She tellin' me she want me, want me, want me, want me, want me You call me then I'm on it, on it, on it, on it, on it Put that pussy over that money, money, money, money, money I know she got that good, good, good, good, good, good With me she know she good, good, good, good, good, good Put a ring on it if I could, could, could, could, could, could I just want my name on it, I just want my name on it I just want my name on it I'ma put my name on him, that's that D-E-J Stop playin' with that bitch, I ain't with them games Girl pussy, yeah I put it all over your face 69, yeah, that's how we make We off that lean I got this nigga wide awake All these fifties, all these hundreds, I'ma give away How you got a family, and I don't feel ashamed You know what you was doin', you know we felt the same You know we felt the same You know we felt the same I got that good good I said I got that good good She tellin' me she want me, want me, want me, want me, want me You call me then I'm on it, on it, on it, on it, on it Put that pussy over that money, money, money, money, money I know she got that good, good, good, good, good, good With me she know she good, good, good, good, good, good Put a ring on it if I could, could, could, could, could, could I just want my name on it, I just want my name on it I just want my name on it Cause I know you got that good good, but you know you're such a bad bitch I can't help myself but look when, you make that ass backflip I smack that, on some next shit, got a nigga fiending on some crack shit In a bikini in Pacsun, you too good, you must practice All of the moves, hittin' a nigga with combos up in the condo To tell you the truth, the pussy so good, feel like I ain't wearin' a condom Scratch your head down, after tonight, you're gonna have to hit the salona I swear every time you feel like a virgin again, you must be Madonna Feel like a sauna, we done got the hot box goin' Shawty such a freak she don't never keep her socks on Buck naked, said that body so amazin' Keep a secret like a mason, how you move it like you make it She tellin' me she want me, want me, want me, want me, want me You call me then I'm on it, on it, on it, on it, on it Put that pussy over that money, money, money, money, money I know she got that good, good, good, good, good, good With me she know she good, good, good, good, good, good Put a ring on it if I could, could, could, could, could, could I just want my name on it, I just want my name on it I just want my name on it1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Mama raised me DOLO, all I know is YOLO I came from USPA to rockin' regular Polo TEC-9's to JoJo's, to bezels that got four rolls Hoppin' out of four doors, shoot up a party ASAP Hated schools stay strapped I can't say I hate rap Nights I had to play that Just so I'd have somewhere to lay at

2 sisters, 1 brother, 4 empty rooms, no cover I'm here everyday with my niggas claimin' 300 Jam lock, Tim lock, Law Lock, 40 lock More ops and more op thats why I can't keep my 40 Glock But I carry anyway Learn lesson, learn life Realest them have shot at me Snitchin' didn't apply to me Kept it closed happily Twin totin' on parole he still in the hood Nuski got the strap still will burn you like some wood My daddy went down for the set we beef with now I respect my hundred grand but I'm in the streets now My motto is my motto i'm playin' for keeps now Its body for a body You send shots we send em back Time for my first case, your lady got sent back They say I'm startin' violence, say I'm promotin' violence They talked about Jesus so, me I kept it quiet The jungle with the snakes, I see threats but I'm a lion These real rap niggas rap real but they be lyin' And Imma keep it 3006EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I affiliate my self with real niggas Y'all ain't know that did y'all Y'all got to though You hear me Everybody got squares in they circle Kicked all ours out though you know Ayy, what's up with them shootas Shout out to them niggas that's gon do ya Ayy, what's up with them real niggas Shout out to them niggas in the field nigga Jack boys, jack boys You play with my niggas and they gon Jack boys, jack boys, jack boys My niggas they killas and they gon Jack boys Ayy, in that choppa Frank Lucas Ayy, shout out to my shootas Ayy, my niggas they so ruthless Ayy, don't run up got a Ruger Ayy, my Rollie match my Cubans Ayy, my new lil bitch is Cuban Ayy, designer Ayy, I dream in my designer Ayy, fuck all the dead opps Ayy, shout out to that head shot Ayy, I a-a-ain't scared y'all Ayy, free my niggas from the Feds y'all Ayy, niggas hate on me and shit Ayy, I be sellin' that D and shit Ayy, your bitch fuckin' on me and shit Ayy, why y'all mad at me and shit Lets get it Ayy, what's up with them shootas Shout out to them niggas that's gon do ya Ayy, what's up with them real niggas Shout out to them niggas in the field nigga Jack boys, jack boys You play with my niggas and they gon Jack boys, jack boys, jack boys My niggas they killas and they gon Jack boys My niggas they killas and they some jack boys Don’t call my phone for a feature, I text you know it Stalking bitch up on my line I had to press ignore Ridin’ round with the slammer I’m never paranoid On papers and I still tote that You know it Most my niggas out on bond And we ain't paranoid If you up it and you got it Then you bout to blow it And we don't fall out for no bitches Cuz they all goin' Got them fifties and them hundreds For my jack boys Threw them fifties and them hundreds Where my jack boys Ayy, and he say he a shoota But ayy, Lil Durk What's up with them shootas Ayy, what's up with them shootas Shout out to them niggas that's gon do ya

Ayy, what's up with them real niggas Shout out to them niggas in the field nigga Jack boys, jack boys You play with my niggas and they gon Jack boys, jack boys, jack boys My niggas they killas and they gon Jack boys6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> 808 Mafia Ayy, we gon' switch it up a lil' bit Ayy, we doin' all high speed Talkin' 'bout that skrrt, know what I'm sayin'? Turn up, turn up Can fuck on any bitch I want 'cause I'm conceited At this point, I want the drugs, they really know I need it Get it low from the plug then I take it back to get remixed Steady runnin' off on your plug, you know that ain't no street shit Ridin' 'round with a hundred racks sittin' on me Ridin' 'round through the whole city by my lonely I don't ride around with different niggas, just my homies (Facts) Ridin' 'round got them drugs stashed 'cause they on me (Turn up) You told me don't come with ratchet (Fuck that) Police come, I'ma stash it Ride around, servin' them Xannies Half of my homies addicts The check gon' bounce, you cash it (Yeah) You let a scammer crack it (Scammer) She'll let me get in her panties (Panties) Ran from the jakes from the bando (Yeah) I was down broke to the canvas Bring me a stick when I'm landin' (Let's go) Back from Cali with samples First class with a couple of bandits (You know) I don't know how to panic Will I shoot that Glock, I'm frantic You don't got it, I got it Thats just part of my savage Yeah, yeah, yeah, addicted to medication I'm not a demonstration (No, no) Designer for all my ladies (Big drip) And you be fresh on occasions (Yeah) I lick the Perc off her navel (Yeah) One of my hoes ain't stable (Yeah) She loyal, so you know I pay you Mouth open, I give you a facial I decided to sign with a label A lot of these niggas ungrateful You like youngin' with no label I'm leanin', I'm leanin', I'm leanin', I'm leanin', I'm leanin', I'm leanin' Say I'm leanin', I'm leanin', I'm leanin', I'm leanin', I'm leanin', I'm leanin' Fuck it, put your head back, drink this semen Fuck it, if you don't swallow, you gotta clean it Fuck it, like my gas musty, thats that gas, dummy Gotta keep them bags comin' Whole pill, no half of it No pills, I act stubborn Gotta do the dash on it Fucked up my last apartment (Turn up) Far from the back, it farted Went to a show in New Orleans She wanna party with Bardi Pardon the body (Yeah) Won't say sorry (Sorry) I love you hardly (Hardly) I love you barely (Barely) Shorty shoot like Jerry You rockin' them fake Amiri's How niggas gonna take you seriously? My shorty got booked for delivery That cancer eatin' his kidney My goal is road to riches His goal, to roll a Bentley His case, they hold him in it And he been gone a minute, yeah This mothafucka goin' onEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Talking like your ass wanna die today, Gang Talking like you want to get shot today, Gang Moving like we do we on the block today, Gang Niggas and cluth choppas and lots dead, Gang We just getting money we going to feed the killas We don't raise rats we just breed the killas Way before rap bitch we been dem niggas Yeah yeah yeah Bring home dem niggas Bring home dem niggas Bring home dem niggas Bring home dem niggas Bring home dem niggas Bring home dem niggas Bring home dem niggas Bring home dem niggas

Bring Cdai home, Free numba 9, aye He got 38 and he got 39, aye These is not your calls, they can't claim mine, aye 20 on the ring I feel like James now, aye Opps want me dead 'n shit My homie went fed 'n shit Codeine for the medicine Cop bricks from the Mexicans My new watch a Skydweller No need for no extra shit Bitches want me now but I don't check my messages Messages I had to change Money just to vibe with fame Shooters everywhere like Uber Nuski dead can't hide the pain My niggas get fed the same We hoping for better days Gang Gang Gang Gang Talking like your ass wanna die today, Gang Talking like you want to get shot today, Gang Moving like we do we on the block today, Gang Niggas and cluth choppas and lots dead, Gang We just getting money we going to feed the killas We don't raise rats we just breed the killas Way before rap bitch we been dem niggas Yeah yeah yeah Bring home dem niggas Bring home dem niggas Bring home dem niggas Bring home dem niggas Bring home dem niggas Bring home dem niggas Bring home dem niggas Bring home dem niggas Talking like yo' ass wanna die today, gang gang We gon' press the issue off la la, gang bang SK the Bay shit I been going yay yay Michael Jordan on 'em turn around with that fade away I be counting guala til my fingers hurting 20 bands in Yeezys thats a easy purchase 20 bands in 20s this all came from verses These niggas get a high when they paper surface Bet not hit him in his thighs when you aim the squirter 'Fore we was really off the porch knew it came with murder You know I bang them murders, participate in murders Now that my paper straight my youngins getting paid to murder Talking like your ass wanna die today, Gang Talking like you want to get shot today, Gang Moving like we do we on the block today, Gang Niggas and cluth choppas and lots dead, Gang We just getting money we going to feed the killas We don't raise rats we just breed the killas Way before rap bitch we been dem niggas Yeah yeah yeah Bring home dem niggas Bring home dem niggas Bring home dem niggas Bring home dem niggas Bring home dem niggas Bring home dem niggas Bring home dem niggas Bring home dem niggas I talk to Zoo, I talk to Diddy, I talk to Nine Free all them real niggas out that fucking jail I can't believe they gave nine 39 Niggas out here talking writing statements on they mans I ain't never been no police ass nigga I did my dirt but I kept my mouth shut Bitch I'm Nuski Gang you know we hard body Yeah I'm Money Gang bitch I'm doing the money walk Balmains with the wings with my Louis belt Yea my rings shining yea them bitches dancing Talking like his ass wanna die today 20 raining got that 50 at his face Talking like your ass wanna die today, Gang Talking like you want to get shot today, Gang Moving like we do we on the block today, Gang Niggas and cluth choppas and lots dead, Gang We just getting money we going to feed the killas We don't raise rats we just breed the killas Way before rap bitch we been dem niggas Yeah yeah yeah Bring home dem niggas Bring home dem niggas Bring home dem niggas Bring home dem niggas Bring home dem niggas Bring home dem niggas Bring home dem niggas Bring home dem niggasEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS>

Southside Yeah, Super Yeah, what we doin'? Only the family involved I don't fuck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies I don't fuck with none of you goofy, goofies Only the family involved I don't fuck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies I don't fuck with none of you goofy, goofies Young nigga thought I was trippin' Had to cut 'em off 'cause you wasn't gettin' no money Young nigga thought I was trippin' Had to cut it off 'cause you wasn't catching no homis Shit, I bought the goon from Russia Shit, I bought the goon from Russia Took the string off the MAC, you a goofy Switch up for some pussy, you coochie (Lean) How you bad and boujee? (Bitch) No car, no house, lil' bitch you goofy (Goofy) I wouldn't mind fuckin' in the coupe (In the coupe) I wouldn't mind fuckin', no groupies (No groupies) I wouldn't mind fuckin' with goofies (Lame) Send his ass off he a goofy (Pussy) Left his ass stretched on the stretcher (Gooofy) Fucked the bitch left her in the huncho (Groupie) Lamborghini price go skrt skrt Young nigga caught a body got right out In my neighborhood I'm like Tookie (6-0) Set it off, boozie Your jewelry gang, foofy (Fake!) You thinking we goofy we hop out and shoot Only the family involved I don't fuck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies I don't fuck with none of you goofy, goofies Only the family involved I don't fuck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies I don't fuck with none of you goofy, goofies Young nigga thought I was trippin' Had to cut 'em off 'cause you wasn't gettin' no money Young nigga thought I was trippin' Had to cut it off 'cause you wasn't catching no hundreds Shit, I bought the goon from Russia Shit, I bought the goon from Russia Coupe from Italy though I got two of them Rollies That mean I'm goin' to Boosie All that dick ridin', no lyin' Don't know if they're gangstas or groupies I can't give a fuck 'bout these niggas Def ain't textin' these hoes Sleep with a million in cash Them my relationship goals I'm on the phone with a sheik I'm tryna cop me some gems I'm in the coupe with a mink I'm ridin' facto the rims D.A. know who I am Galore is I don't give a damn Open my top like a clam Bentley as white as them grams Only the family involved I don't fuck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies I don't fuck with none of you goofy, goofies Only the family involved I don't fuck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies I don't fuck with none of you goofy, goofies Young nigga thought I was trippin' Had to cut 'em off 'cause you wasn't gettin' no money Young nigga thought I was trippin' Had to cut it off 'cause you wasn't catching no hundreds Shit, I bought the goon from Russia Shit, I bought the goon from Russia1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yeah (Yeah, yeah) Yeah Ride the fuckin' wave (808 Mafia) I be tired of niggas tryna ride the fuckin' wave I done put some niggas on they feet around the way I done put some millions in the trap around the way I done did so much, I make 'em feel some type of way I want it all, I want it all For me and my dogs, so we can ball You see this drip, it's drippin' on me You see this clip, it's hangin' on me Pour up the lean, they hated on me Pour up the lean, they hated on me

I run the check through machines now I ride around with machine guns I put a check on a ching chong Hold up, lil' nigga, I'm King Kong I go to sleep with the hammer Fuck watchin' the TV, I'm watchin' the camera I'm paranoid, higher than a hawk You broke and it ain't my fault I need it all, I told ya dog, I been 'round the atlas I'm gutta forever, I fuck on a thot, then go fuck an actress Let me find out you been lyin' about all of the shit that you say in your raps I put the hood on the map I put the hood on the map My young nigga just caught a double They tryna give him the chair They tryna give him the chair I be tired of niggas tryna ride the fuckin' wave I done put some niggas on they feet around the way I done put some millions in the trap around the way I done did so much, I make 'em feel some type of way I want it all, I want it all For me and my dogs, so we can ball You see this drip, it's drippin' on me You see this clip, it's hangin' on me Pour up the lean, they hated on me Pour up the lean, they hated on me Block nigga War time, keep a Glock with him Future Biggie, I'm Pac, nigga Drop a bar in the pop, nigga Appeal money, free ahk, nigga I love designer, no rap, nigga Diamonds water like tap, nigga (Water) Feds listen, they tap, nigga (What?) No green, just Act', nigga (Drank) Never got shot, but I put that pole to work Chopper got a kickback and I hope it's sure to work (Boom, boom) Young killers fifteen and you know I mold 'em first Free 22, 38, the state had told 'em first Spot 'em, got 'em, yeah, yeah I'm a problem, yeah, yeah It's my city, hell yeah And my killers ain't playin' here I be tired of niggas tryna ride the fuckin' wave I done put some niggas on they feet around the way I done put some millions in the trap around the way I done did so much, I make 'em feel some type of way I want it all, I want it all For me and my dogs, so we can ball You see this drip, it's drippin' on me You see this clip, it's hangin' on me Pour up the lean, they hated on me Pour up the lean, they hated on me4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> For my kids, I'll shoot a nigga Can't name a nigga realer Man in the system they'll lose them niggas You a 2015 killer Man I told you I'm a street nigga Get money with my street niggas I ain't never been a leech nigga Pick up my gun I'm in these streets nigga Album drop, album hot, 30K Bentley flop Album number two in the country and they got me high Yeah cause I can’t depend on these niggas They sell their soul for weed nigga Get caught for a body do weeks nigga When I'm around don't speak nigga You a leech nigga Remember them days no sleep nigga I was in town I just had nowhere to sleep nigga Mama told me I was gifted Don't sit on your ass and go get it Daddy still locked up, boddies still pop up Renny bring the Glocks up watch him pop roc up Never went to school, I'm a block nigga 'Fore Bobby I was a hard nigga Wack a P.O I drop nigga FN Black were the cop killers And I've been on my own, never been the type to call niggas I'ma ball nigga And they pray on my down fall nigga For my kids, I'll shoot a nigga Can't name a nigga realer Man in the system they'll lose them niggas You a 2015 killer Man I told you I'm a street nigga Get money with my street niggas I ain't never been a leech nigga Pick up my gun I'm in these streets niggaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy

<EOS> <BOS> My goons finessing, gotta go and get it I pull up reckless, then I'm disappearing Assult My Tribe, you get fifty chickens The feds listening, tryna' go and get it I'm disappearing, I'm disappearing I gotta get low, bitch I'm disappearing I'm disappearing, I'm disappearing I gotta get ghost, bitch I'm disappearing Police niggas trying to raid the trap They say this violence come back from rap They say we the reason that Chicago's strapped No water but the feds got us tap Selling bricks, yeah we selling bricks Nailing niggas, they telling shit Get caught in a jam, don't tell 'em shit Don't panic, they be lying, trying to rail you quick White Porsche, got it off that coke We barbeque niggas, they don't want no smoke Pepsi, Sprite, pour up a four Feds coming, then I gotta get ghost Let's get it My goons finessing, gotta go and get it I pull up reckless, then I'm disappearing Assult My Tribe, you get fifty chickens The feds listening, tryna' go and get it I'm disappearing, I'm disappearing I gotta get low, bitch I'm disappearing I'm disappearing, I'm disappearing I gotta get ghost, bitch I'm disappearing We robbing, stay mobbing, no Gucci Run up on me, I'mma treat him like a goofy Two g's on me, that's Gucci Clips like movies, I stay with that Uzi In the field nigga, where we send shots Real nigga, we taking blocks Ready war, can't take a loss Real friends, they turn to op's Gun sound, oh let's do it Brosky in the cut, he the one that's shootin' Mac could hit him, R.I.P. I shoot him Gotta get ghost on the feds, cause the feds they choosin' My goons finessing, gotta go and get it I pull up reckless, then I'm disappearing Assult My Tribe, you get fifty chickens The feds listening, tryna' go and get it I'm disappearing, I'm disappearing I gotta get low, bitch I'm disappearing I'm disappearing, I'm disappearing I gotta get ghost, bitch I'm disappearingEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me From the city where they gang bang Where they'll kill you if your chain hang Two letters, dedicate you like AK AR, SK And you got to hide your finesse game Head shot, no need for a vest game Cop killers going straight through the desk game These niggas they bitch, they’ll snitch on you How you think they feel, get rich on em You ain’t never do a drill with a brick on em Even on parole keep the shit on em No mask, black hoodie with the sticks on him I lost a couple niggas to this shit Chiraq, where the guns like Iraq Where the little niggas cook Pyrex Where they pull guns out, they’ll fight back I ain’t gon keep it on the d-low I'ma make sure my neck worth a kilo I'ma make sure the TEC got a ten loaded Wire my connect, call it free load These niggas they act like they know me Cut em off cause you niggas so phony Get money, they’ll call you their brodee Bitch ass nigga you don’t know me! These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me

These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me Murder rates so high cause of the body count Every day news casts say a body found Can’t trust niggas so I keep a chopper round Play crazy, have a lil bro knock him down On the block in that Cut when it’s black out Y’all homies tell bro bring the MACs out And we’re hungry in the trap house Every show we’re out, bringing out the racks out Setup hoes they’ll set you up How you come when it’s dry they’ll wet you up Watch out, my niggas at the top You gotta kiss they ass for them to let you up And that bring them snakes out Gunshots that’ll bring them jakes out Every new rapper they fake now If you stand we'll call that a take down Eat with who you sleep with So blind to the money, you ain’t peeped shit Ice new niggas, they sneak diss I'ma boss up on em, on some Meek shit And they don’ know me! They don’t know me In my city like Tony You a bitch ass nigga, you don’t know me These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> YSL! It's Dolph! 300! Shout out C-Sick OTF! C-Sick! Thugger! My trap house a Waffle House My trap house a Waffle House My trap house a Waffle House My trap house a Waffle House We got grits for the low We got grits for the low We got grits for the low We got grits for the low My trap house a Waffle House My trap house a Waffle House My trap house a Waffle House My trap house a Waffle House We got grits for the low We got grits for the low We got grits for the low We got grits for the low I got syrup in my trap house Somethin' like a Waffle House Try to steal out my trap I'ma have Lud Foe come and wipe 'em out Yeah, yeah I swear it's doin' numbers I'm fuckin' with a rubber My niggas gettin' money So fuck if you don't love me You niggas wanna kill me But niggas tryna hug me They act like they love me Wanna cop me, they a dummy But my trap house a Waffle House Sippin' lean for my sadness Got a bad bitch for dessert Got a bad bitch for dessert Cause my trap house like a Waffle House, yeah My trap house a Waffle House My trap house a Waffle House My trap house a Waffle House My trap house a Waffle House We got grits for the low We got grits for the low We got grits for the low We got grits for the low My trap house a Waffle House My trap house a Waffle House My trap house a Waffle House

My trap house a Waffle House We got grits for the low We got grits for the low We got grits for the low We got grits for the low My trap house rollin' That young nigga global Trappin' out a Rover Pulled up on your bitch It was hard for her to keep her composure Cough syrup in my soda Call my plug, say, "Hurry up, nigga! What's the hold up?" I got family to feed, it cost the most to please 80 racks on my arm when I roll up my sleeve Another 50 on the charm cause I've been boomin' Ps Sittin' in the hot tub smokin' weed and watchin' TV Diamonds dancin', that's how you know it's me when you see me My phone blowin' up (hello?) The trap goin' crazy (pull up) They can't get enough Dolphy got them flavors I'll shut your trap down The best prices in town It's Dolph My trap house a Waffle House My trap house a Waffle House My trap house a Waffle House My trap house a Waffle House We got grits for the low We got grits for the low We got grits for the low We got grits for the low My trap house a Waffle House My trap house a Waffle House My trap house a Waffle House My trap house a Waffle House We got grits for the low We got grits for the low We got grits for the low We got grits for the low I trap out my mama's house I eat at the Waffle House I see what you're talkin' 'bout If you be what I'm talkin' 'bout I shot him the other day Cause what he was talkin' 'bout (what you was sayin') Real killers don't say no words Lil Durk got 300 birds I'm ridin' with a stick and I'm ridin' with your bitch I nut on her face, I'ma nut on them tits Yeah, nut, I whip up some eggs and I scramble the shit Cook, nigga don't play if you not 'bout this shit Ambulance, they gon' wait on the bitch I got them diamonds and now you see my face I'm mothafuckin' blessed While I'm trappin', I trap out the Waffle House Lil Durk, he smoke blunt like a bomboclat Pay attention, get the formula I'm ridin' with Snoop Dogg like I'm Bow Wow now Don't cut my dope or we're fallin' out (murder) We step in the club and it's snowin' now Diamonds so wet like a water fountain Plus, this that 300 shit, Durk gonna tell the bitch My trap house a Waffle House My trap house a Waffle House My trap house a Waffle House My trap house a Waffle House We got grits for the low We got grits for the low We got grits for the low We got grits for the low My trap house a Waffle House My trap house a Waffle House My trap house a Waffle House My trap house a Waffle House We got grits for the low We got grits for the low We got grits for the low We got grits for the low We got grits for the low We got grits for the low We got grits for the low We got grits for the low For the low For the low Tony Montana, they for the low Spend it on my son, man that body low Hundred racks spent on your hoe That's why she don't say no My money green like a pear Who you want for Durk, you know she said...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS>

<BOS> Got my brother Trav with me Pooh you a fool for this one Cause he gon' talk to they souls And he gon' talk to these trenches Yeah yeah I was raised different from all these niggas If I need one favor I couldn't call these niggas You turnt yo back on me, I was salty with you Like fuck you and fuck all yo niggas Cause I'm different I hope you beat your appeal cause you know time fly And these bitches crazy I see niggas talkin' bout me on they timeline I know some niggas that's killin' for real, they on a contract I forgave you for what you did You can't take time back Yeah! I was on parole and them gang members couldn't contact Know some niggas workin' all the bitches Still askin' me where the guns at Sum happen to you It's gon' be the same niggas really tryna slide back You couldn't get that lawyer money up When he asked, now he can't get that time back And I was sold for real And it's some niggas you ain't gotta call Cause they know who to kill Had my hand out three, four times cause it was slow for real And my uncle lost his mind he was off that blow for real Dope Back then I used to wash up with water I couldn't afford no soap Back then OG was problem They wasn't givin' out hope I had to repeatedly call you I had to remind you to tote He took that case it's your problem So go send money to bro, YEAH! My momma told me no company Them ain't my friends they don't fuck with me Know some day ones turned to haters Can't get a buck from me I signed my deal when I went to jail Feel like I can't duck the streets I know some niggas who stole some percs They seem like clucks to me I was raised different from all these niggas If I need one favor I couldn't call these niggas You turnt yo back on me, I was salty with you Like fuck you and fuck all yo niggas Cause I'm different I hope you beat your appeal cause you know time fly And these bitches crazy I see niggas talkin' bout me on they timeline I know some niggas that's killin' for real, they on a contract I forgave you for what you did You can't take time back When it's time for a show, it's a vibe full of niggas When it's time to put in work, it's a hand full of niggas I got the drop on the opp Lucky jamed on these niggas They be puttin' white sheets, puttin' candles for you niggas They don't know we so different You ain't nun like my niggas Pillow talkin' with these hoes, you be tellin' niggas feelings Tellin' bitches you my bro, but you never like my pictures You startin' to break the code, got me thinkin' you a witness All my niggas come and hit you up, ambulance come pick you up Nigga you ain't did enough Nigga you ain't real enough We not the same, you are talkin' to a monster Nigga you ain't gang if you can't go back where you come from I was raised different from all these niggas If I need one favor I couldn't call these niggas You turnt yo back on me, I was salty with you Like fuck you and fuck all yo niggas Cause I'm different I hope you beat your appeal cause you know time fly And these bitches crazy I see niggas talkin' bout me on they timeline I know some niggas that's killin' for real, they on a contract I forgave you for what you did You can't take time back In my hood I'm MJ without the shoe deal Covered 'Bron without the hoop deal I'm from South Memphis where they catch shit And they don't give a fuck what you did Pull up broad day and I don't care who see it

Run in the house I don't give a fuck who live ? Park killed my dog Hurt my heart, I don't give a fuck who hear And I'm dedicated to the set Got a bill box she wanna talk to me Gotta have sauce you wanna walk with me Make them heads stop when you across the street I'm different And I'm heavy money like I'm Eddie Griffin And my kidneys killin' me, I'm steady sippin' My lil niggas robbin' and they steady Crippin' Bought my bitch a home and she steady trippin' This ain't even my song but I'm steady rippin' Trav leave me alone, give me a second minute I'm just in my zone, I'm just snappin' nigga Nigga play with blood then I'm clappin' niggas Oouu, rappin' ass laffy taffy niggas We ain't doin' no business, I ain't rappin' with ya We ain't doin' no kiddin', I ain't clappin' with ya She don't ever kiss me, she ain't happy with me I was raised different from all these niggas If I need one favor I couldn't call these niggas You turnt yo back on me, I was salty with you Like fuck you and fuck all yo niggas Cause I'm different I hope you beat your appeal cause you know time fly And these bitches crazy I see niggas talkin' bout me on they timeline I know some niggas that's killin' for real, they on a contract I forgave you for what you did You can't take time back1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> This my car, hop in bitch and take yo' shoes off Beggin' bitch she keep on ask me, throw my mood off I got prices goin' to the store and bring me 2 pops I can't fuck that pussy weak that pussy too popped My little whoadie changed the score that nigga too hot I can't trust my homie 'cause he told, he too cop Fresh out of jail fresh out of jail judge gave me 2 shots And I told the judge that “I'm too raw” Bandana on me like I'm 2pac Shoutout to Rome I call him 2 Glocks Don't mention names to get some cool points (pussy) That's that shit that's gon' get you shot (grraaa) Bankroll, two knots Dope boy, two spots Hot stove, two pots Dior, no Guwop Audemar wristwatch, broke hoes, don't kiss thots Fuck a rumor, send shots Next day, 10 shots Shake something, my lil niggas gon' take somethin' Me and Randy fucked your baby mama A nigga like me you can't pay to argue Beverly Hills, don't pay for parking Been in the trenches, got top dollar With my dogs like Rottweilers Me and my dawgs, we ain't got problems This my car, hop in bitch and take yo' shoes off Beggin' bitch she keep on ask me, throw my mood off I got prices goin' to the store and bring me 2 pops I can't fuck that pussy weak that pussy too popped My little whoadie changed the score that nigga too hot I can't trust my homie 'cause he told, he too cop Fresh out of jail fresh out of jail judge gave me 2 shots And I told the judge “I'm too raw”EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Rich nigga shit Rich nigga Rich nigga ay, ay Rich nigga gang, gang Rich nigga (baow!) I get love from my block, you keep calling then you blocked She keep callin' cause I'm hot, but I can't be with no thot Ass fat I think she squat Snapchat me that pussy bitch Even though I know I'm hot, I get anyone I want Rich nigga, rich,rich,rich,rich nigga yea baby Rich nigga, rich nigga yea baby Rich nigga, rich nigga yea baby Rich nigga, I'ma rich nigga gang gang! Rich nigga, I need a rich bitch Come suck my dick, wipe off the lipstick Go with me, I'm with the shits bitch O.T. traphouse goin' crazy, zip zip Nae Nae with the car, whip whip Hit the block, doin' 80 get flipped 100 shots hit him with the choppa, wilt wilt

I ain't playin' pussy boy, I been real Got a deal and I copped me a foreign Two bitches cause one bitch boring Look at my karats and my diamonds bitches glowin' Got the dopehouse in the summer like it's snowin' I get love from my block, you keep calling then you blocked She keep callin' cause I'm hot, but I can't be with no thot Ass fat I think she squat Snapchat me that pussy bitch Even though I know I'm hot, I get anyone I want Rich nigga, rich nigga yea baby Rich nigga, rich nigga yea baby Rich nigga, rich nigga yea baby Rich nigga, I'ma rich nigga gang gang! I spent 30 on my watch, I spent 10 on my charm If you touch it go off, like it came with a alarm Boy you pussy who you huh? Cali plug got the weed, like investin' to a farm 100 pounds it cost an arm And I'll be super real, don't catch no ruger shell I don't who'll tell See DeJ give me chills, Chanel Chanel The way she crackin' in them heels I swear I swear, I'ma keep it real I'ma xanax type of animal, lean drinking nigga I can cook up in the trap, like a granny in the kitchen You a baby, I'm rapping bricks, I'm rapping babies Yea baby I get love from my block, you keep calling then you blocked She keep callin' cause I'm hot, but I can't be with no thot Ass fat I think she squat Snapchat me that pussy bitch Even though I know I'm hot, I get anyone I want Rich nigga, rich nigga yea baby Rich nigga, rich nigga yea baby Rich nigga, rich nigga yea baby Rich nigga, I'ma rich nigga gang gang!4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Lit, no cig Clean Sprite mixed with no lean We smoke straight dope, ain't no seeds in it Clean Sprite, put some lean in it Rockstars, got some G's in it Real killas, they don't leave witness Tax season, boy, your car rented Bitch you boostin', you got no business Call my shooters, they got no limits I'm just rockin' in my True Religions Got a Glock with a beam Bada boom, bada bing Ops not on a thing (Let's get it!) We need some real big rings Netflix and chill let's watch some Narcos And my cup the color Harpo Got fifty in these cargos Used to sit and watch my car doors Valet ask me how to park those I'm scannin' niggas like a barcode Fake designer, that's a no-no We rockin' rollies fuck a Jo-Jo We smoke straight dope, ain't no seeds in it Clean Sprite, put some lean in it Rockstars, got some G's in it Real killas, they don't leave witness Tax season, boy, your car rented Bitch you boostin', you got no business Call my shooters, they got no limits I'm just rockin' in my True Religions Money got me Bowflexin' Balmain, no Paris Pussy 'bout to get the message Before I have my youngins stressin' I told 'em I'ma turn up on em Killed his ass, we run up on 'em We hawk 'em down, we run up on 'em His tweets said he keep 'em on him I'm just coolin' as a rapper My niggas know that I be trappin' To the streets I'm so adapted Fuck the state, they took my rappy We smoke straight dope, ain't no seeds in it Clean Sprite, put some lean in it Rockstars, got some G's in it Real killas, they don't leave witness

Tax season, boy, your car rented Bitch you boostin', you got no business Call my shooters, they got no limits I'm just rockin' in my True ReligionsEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> DY Krazy Yeah Turn it up some Damn, damn, damn, damn, yeah Why you not buying no pints no more? Shootouts, we don't fight no more Why you not rocking your ice no more? I don't wear my clothes twice no more Why you don't carry your pipe no more? She say I don't fuck her twice no more Why you don't fuck up them racks no more? Why you not copping them pounds no more? I don't even think about dying no more Why that chain don't shine no more? Why you don't be with the fam no more? Why you niggas don't slide no more? Me and the streets compatible AP flooded radical Gucci, Chanel, I buy the two Don't sip green 'cause that won't do Woo, woo, tired of you Woo, woo, Bentley coupe Woo, woo, taxin' you Woo, woo, lie to who? Groupies Killers turned to groupies Robbers turned to groupies All this shit is goofy This shit like a movie (Yeah) Mikey, Ikey shoot 'em (Boom) Yeah, I know niggas tooted, ooted I don't know how you could do it, ooh (Yeah) You play with me, you disappear, poof These Perkies got me skinny Every day niggas dyin' like Kenny Self-park when I park that Bentley Killers like Santa Claus, come through your chimney Fuck from the back and I pull on your Remy, yeah Kicked her out like, "Lord, forgive me" Woo, woo, woo, woo Woo, woo, woo, woo Woo, woo, woo, woo Woo, woo, woo, woo (Yeah) Woo, quarter million dollar coupe Woo, yeah, I just lost the roof, uh Woo, bitch, I like my money blue Woo, ballin' like I go to Duke, uh, shoot Bitch, I'm straight for Memphis I keep extensions with me These hoes, they ain't worth a penny But we still pimpin' bitches Cashed out, bitch, my shit ain't rented I'm sliding foreign tinted With a couple killers in it We four deep, ain't too many Yeah, bitch, you know the business We on the road to riches Yeah, bitch, you know the business We gettin' a lot of digits (Racks) Young nigga with plenty (Woo) Money and ammunition New baguettes with no pendant Every chain cost a fifty (Woo) Woo, woo, woo, woo Woo, woo, woo, woo Woo, woo, woo, woo Woo, woo, woo, woo Woo, woo, woo, woo Woo, woo, woo, woo Woo, woo, woo, woo (Yeah)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Real drank, 940 ayy Politickin' with these diamonds on me I should've been a politician nigga Fifty racks when I pull up The city know that I’m so up Your man got money? Bitch so what? Your car rented? Bitch so what? I'm the street, they know I'm nuts Fuck relations, let me fuck My bitch she mixed, my bitch a mutt My Beyoncé turn me up So what? you know I'm richer than you

So what? that chopper fit good in the coupe So what? my shooters is itchin' to shoot So what? so what? So what? Got a thirty-round clip and that bitch like twenty ounces like a cup Try your luck, yeah baby good luck And if I got me a strap your ass get stuck, up Green machine, green machine I won't drink nothin" but clean Fuck you from the back, spleen I fuck that pussy 'til it bleeds Diamonds like a Robin jeans I know they wanna rob me I know they wanna shout with me They know it's no stoppin' me Cutly with a big tee top and some Reeboks on me I drunk all the mud mud up, I need detox only, hey I don't wanna do none' but butt, so I don't need a deep cock on me These fuck niggas like paint, they just flip flop on me 50 racks when I pull up The city know that I’m so up Your man got money? Bitch so what? Your car rented? Bitch so what? I'm the street, they know I'm nuts Fuck relations, let me fuck My bitch she mixed, my bitch a mutt My Beyoncé turn me up So what? you know I'm richer than you So what? that chopper fit good in the coupe So what? my shooters is itchin' to shoot So what? so what? All my diamonds dancin', water, yeah Big ass truck like Forgi's, yeah I'm the shit like toilets, yeah Trap house, no quarter, yeah Chump change on mortgage yeah Your main boo so corny yeah MAC, Rugers, and choppers, yeah Guarantee that forty here So what? Might fuck her once and I nut So what? I'm sticking my thumb in her butt So what? Spent 50K on these cuts So what? We got a city to flood More money, more lean, more guns, more bitches, more jewels More cars, more niggas, more swag, more traps, more tools More cryin', more snitchin', niggas givin' police more clues And I ain't fuckin' with him Nigga free Zoo Let's get it 50 racks when I pull up The city know that I’m so up Your man got money? Bitch so what? Your car rented? Bitch so what? I'm the street, they know I'm nuts Fuck relations, let me fuck My bitch she mixed, my bitch a mutt My Beyoncé turn me up So what? you know I'm richer than you So what? that chopper fit good in the coupe So what? my shooters is itchin' to shoot So what? so what?1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Choppa chopped his ass Foe nem boxed his ass On that block with MACs Niggas drop for MACs That's a homi nigga Rondo caught a body nigga He a still body niggas Babies in the traphouse Johnson Johnson nigga How the fuck you wildin' niggas Niggas' hoes be robbin' niggas Kiilas with me from all blocks All Glocks so call God And we slidin' no hidin' You down, you cosign Fuck him up but his bitch just sucked me up Late night with them sticks Hit the city fuck the dicks High speed I'm with the shits I can't take another risk And I'm cool with hearin' shit I can't take another diss And I always want a Draco You can X that off the list And we slide down yo' block Hoping niggas that I miss

Boom 'em right back around Hit up whoever miss Never put that pole down I'm from where it go down Rico! I seen my homie kill my other homie We call that nigga Rico Niggas say they’ll pull the police on me Watch out for that fuckin' Rico That Rico, that Rico That Rico, that Rico That Rico, that Rico That Rico Take somethin', from my woes gon' shake somethin' And my jewels is wraith money 68 back that straight money Police want me off the streets Take my kids away from me See them lawyers never cheap 60k for them to speak No time for Rico My homie snaked like Rico That boy is dead as Kemo My name ring bells like Jingle I gotta watch it now Heard he want the top and shit Heard he want the block and shit And my car and watch and shit And I think he coppin' shit Not a bird, he cops and shit I'm a real nigga and that boy the opposite You gon' have that one homie that's gon' hate on you He gon' get that bag and take off, ain't gon' wait on you Gang Gang! I seen my homie kill my other homie We call that nigga Rico Niggas say they’ll pull the police on me Watch out for that fuckin' Rico That Rico, that Rico That Rico, that Rico That Rico, that Rico That Rico2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yeah Ayy, what Blac Youngsta tell them hoes? (Toot toot) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) I can't get enough of it, all of this jealousy I had a petty bitch, you can do better things Smoke gas, kerosene, three roll, wedding ring In my DM meddlin', off the X, that ecstasy Seven hundred for the Vetements, I'm a boss, not a gentleman All my hoes intelligent, can't set me up, Tori Brixx I like my bitches lit, I spend a bag of checks Ecstasy, Tesla, Amiri jeans fetish Look at my world, let's get in to it, look at this lean, addicted to it While he off the leaf, embalming fluid, shoppin' spree, I overdo it, yeah Stick talk stick talk (Chick chick, bang), sneak diss, this stick talk (Chick chick, bang) I don't talk, just stick talk (Chick chick, bang), I'm with niggas that stick talk (Brrah) Go to Europe to get all the euros, yes sir, designer apparel Chapo, need to find the heroin, broke bitch, that vibe'll kill you Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) I can't get enough of it, all of this jealousy I had a petty bitch, you can do better things Smoke gas, kerosene, three roll, wedding ring In my DM meddlin', off the X, that ecstasy I can't get enough of it (Can't get enough of it), I shootout in public (I shootout in public) My soda is bubbly (Soda is bubbly), my chest and neck watery (Chest and neck watery) I turned to a better me, the Hellcat got hella speed She want methamphetamines (Yeah), hope you don't never leave (Hope you don't never leave)

I'm movin' like Billy Jean (Like Billy Jean), a leopard Amiri jeans (Yeah) D&G but I've been a king (I've been a king), family, you can't get between (You can't get between) Don't you please try to intervene, Gunna drippin' by any means (By any means) Elliot got my jewelry clean (My jewelry clean), got a rose and white wedding ring (White wedding ring) I married the presidents (The presidents), I ain't leavin' no evidence (No evidence) Slimy life, I'm not scared of shit (Nah), fuck her face. let her eat the dick (Let her eat the dick) Can't deny, that's just what it is (Yeah), I'ma take care my brother's kids (My brother's kids) Got it out of a muddy ditch (Yeah), we done brought all the hundreds in (The hundreds in) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Dunk on a bitch like John Wall, codeine, no Cristal Bomb on a bitch like Chris Paul, made money, I'm pissed off Your bitch gave me a blowjob, and you kissed her I just been runnin' the dough up, early the money, no hold up Codeine my cup, ain't no Folgers, she crack that shit like a soldier I sell rock to your momma, rockstar, whippin' the rock up He say he gon' pull up, he don't want no drama, mobbin' with them shooters Get to the cake, no birthday, I overlap these niggas, first place Shoot a fuck nigga in the air with a AK Should've never been around here in the first place These .50 cal, earthquake, run up a check like, wow, relay I'm on top right now, gettin' top from a thot, can't talk right now Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) I can't get enough of it, all of this jealousy I had a petty bitch, you can do better things Smoke gas, kerosene, three roll, wedding ring In my DM meddlin', off the X, that ecstasy3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Blamma man, blamma man They shootin' shit like cameramen, cameramen They hoppin' out that mini van, that mini van Before this shit, I been the man, been the man Off flats they kill some (gang) Off that O they gon' kill some' (gang) Off that drank they gon' kill some (gang) Off them Xans, they gon' kill some (gang) Cause them my brothers Gang, gang Blamma shit, niggas be too caught up with this rappin' shit Actin' shit, bloggers can't come round me with that camera shit Teddy bears, baby bottle, we shoot up, yo candle lit News cast, he damn near dead, he trendin' off of channel 6 No vacay, call THF, he bring that AK Ray J, talkin' one wish we leave him vacay Block nigga, got a couple millions, I can't stop nigga Heard he puttin' his Xannies on his dope, and we can't shop wit him Felony, heard you out on six bonds you tellin' me Fresh out and you sellin' guns plus you mailin' weed And you takin' pictures with the gang, who you here to see? And I think his ass a rat, pussy we ain't got no teeth Blamma man, blamma man They shootin' shit like cameramen, cameramen They hoppin' out that mini van, that mini van Before this shit, I been the man, been the man Off flats they kill some (gang) Off that O they gon' kill some' (gang) Off that drank they gon' kill some (gang) Off them Xans, they gon' kill some (gang) Cause them my brothers Gang, gang Hit his ass up, close range, he ain't see me run up Barrell on that F'N super small like a BeBe gun Tricked his ass, shot him in his face then I kicked his ass No show, skeet off in that Cad then I did the dash I need plenty cash, you know how I rock on any block Like Milly, yeah Features less then 10? getcho silly ass, really? Everything n for nuski noolin in the nity And she just sucked me off for a 30 and some Remy I fuck the wrong tender After I nut, I don't really want her with me And my watch like 30 plus, I got the papers wit it Heard they tote them 30s, free Zoo my nina wit me mothafucker Gang gang

Blamma man, blamma man They shootin' shit like cameramen, cameramen They hoppin' out that mini van, that mini van Before this shit, I been the man, been the man Off flats they kill some (gang) Off that O they gon' kill some' (gang) Off that drank they gon' kill some (gang) Off them Xans, they gon' kill some (gang) Cause them my brothers Gang, gangEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I'm a hitta by myself I'm a hitta by myself I'm a hitta by myself I don't need nobody hit it I'm a hitta by myself I'm a hitta by myself I'm a hitta by myself I don't need nobody hit it I'm a hitta by myself I'm a hitta by myself I'm a hitta by myself I don't need nobody hit it Niggas think I'm swisher sweet Kush cologne, I think I reek You're bitch said she B.I.E So I give her dick and bye K.I.N.G. Lil Durk why P.O.L.O Lil Durk fly 50 of that, bro I'm high Man you know that kush (Kush) They be hatin' They be fakin' In my face like Durk whats crackin' Bro whats happenin' They be actin' Go and tell they mans I'm lackin' I'm 2-4 so ain't no stackin' But you know I'm stackin' cheese Bro you know I'm jammin' jammin' Goin' hammage on these beats Niggas know Lil Durk the truth He hang with shooters in a booth You won't breathe you're killed like movies Niggas know 'bout Lamron shootin' Check the news channel Two B.O.D.Y.B.A.G body bag these bitches too Man I got a small circle But I know a lotta niggas, lotta killas Dem my hittas, go and put that bag on niggas Go and put that Glad on niggas Broski told me trash them niggas Niggas said they fuck wit, me But I be lookin' past them niggas L's I'm a hitta by myself I'm a hitta by myself I'm a hitta by myself I don't need nobody hit it I'm a hitta by myself I'm a hitta by myself I'm a hitta by myself I don't need nobody hit it I'm a hitta by myself I'm a hitta by myself I'm a hitta by myself I don't need nobody hit it I'm a hitta by myself I'm a hitta by myself I'm a hitta by myself I don't need nobody hit it I'm a hitta by myself I'm a hitta by myself I'm a hitta by myself I don't need nobody hit it I'm a hitta by myself I'm a hitta by myself I'm a hitta by myself I don't need nobody hit it I'm a hitta by myself I'm a hitta by myself I'm a hitta by myself I don't need nobody hit it I'm a hitta by myself I'm a hitta by myself I'm a hitta by myself I don't need nobody hit it I'm a hitta by myself I'm a hitta by myself I'm a hitta by myself I don't need nobody hit it I'm a hitta by myself I'm a hitta by myself

I'm a hitta by myself I don't need nobody hit it I'm a hitta by myself I'm a hitta by myself I'm a hitta by myself I don't need nobody hit it I'm a hitta by myself I'm a hitta by myself I'm a hitta by myself I don't need nobody hit it I do bad all by myself I don't need no nigga help You ain't felt what I done felt Some days I feel always wrong Why must you break into homes Do it cause I'm on my own Can't do shit when daddy gone Even tho' he in the room Grew up in this grass of snakes Man collude so ain't no way He's still fake, She's still fake I don't know how much to take I don't know how much to take Lil Durk on first 48 You don't ain't got shit to say But you know I'm talkin' shit Half these niggas, they don't know me (don't know me) Half these niggas, they be phony (they be phony) One minute they call me lame Next minute they call me broski Half these niggas, they don't know me (Half these niggas, they don't know me) Half these niggas, they be phony (Half these niggas, they be phony) One minute they call me lame (One minute they call me lame) Next minute they call me broski (Next minute they call me broski) I'm a hitta by myself I'm a hitta by myself I'm a hitta by myself I don't need nobody hit it I'm a hitta by myself I'm a hitta by myself I'm a hitta by myself I don't need nobody hit it I'm a hitta by myself I'm a hitta by myself I'm a hitta by myself I don't need nobody hit itEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> All these bitches wanna fuck for fame All these niggas take to build their fame A nigga like me, I can fuck off my name Where I'm from, I can really fuck off my name Ain't shit change, I can't change, I'm turned up They be fuckin' hoes gettin' labels on my bumper Red bottom bleedin' like I walked across a murder I ain't feelin' shit, it ain't shit if you get murdered Gon' and fuck me, I let the fame do it, consider yourself lucky It's only one night shit, ain't no fuck again and again OTF, no other end, ugly hoes, I want the opposite A bad bitch, drop dead, poppin' bitch Conceited bitch, every day she need the dick My name Rigan Bells, she eat the dick All these bitches wanna fuck for fame All these niggas take to build their fame A nigga like me, I can fuck off my name Where I'm from, I can really fuck off my name She gon' fuck for fame, big bucks, the name Got the squad with me, bitch, fuck the gang If that's yo main, that's in-fuckin'-sane Bitch I'm Lil Bibby, I want nothin' but brain Think she won't go, is you fuckin' insane? Shorty on my dick, she ain't fuckin' with lames Bibby in this bitch and he makin' it rain Catch me throwin' hundreds, I ain't got no change I do my thing, no I won't change Don't feel no pain, stay in your lane Say bitch I'm hot, and I can't stop Me and Durk off mollies, yeah my face hot All these bitches wanna fuck for fame All these niggas take to build their fame A nigga like me, I can fuck off my name Where I'm from, I can really fuck off my name All these bitches want a name off me Bitches goin' crazy for Big Boss T

On that pregnant shit, bitch don't call me Told that bitch get off me, get the fuck off me Bands in my Robins, bitch I got my wings Where I'm from, shorty, they're clappin' them things She want to do the squad, let her chase her dream You want to get to me, you gotta do my team I only want the face, mama keep your jeans Bitch I'm Boss Top and I keep shit straight I only want the face, mama keep your jeans Bitch I'm Boss Top and I keep shit straight All these bitches wanna fuck for fame All these niggas take to build their fame A nigga like me, I can fuck off my name Where I'm from, I can really fuck off my name1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Everything all white, everything all white My car white too Everything all white, everything all white Connect white too Everything all white, everything all white My house white too Everything all white, everything all white All white, I'm a fool Everything all white, everything all white Everything all white, everything all white Everything all white, everything all white My wrist white too Everything all white, everything all white Everything all white, everything all white Everything all white, everything all white All white, I'm a fool Everything all white, everything all white My coupe white too My wrist watch white,my bitch white too My cocaine right, my coke white too You can't get right, you can't get right You get left too I'm OTF (that's GBE), I'm with that too You still trying to rap, you're overdue My trap go nuts, I'm high like zoo You send one shot, we send shots too I'm so 3hunna, all my niggas are gunnas Turn yo bitch into a eater, turn yo bitch into a runner I shoot like durk, I shoot like durk I ain’t talking about jumper I ain’t talking about jumper I’m talking about a bumper My money long, my money long My kush too strong, my kush too strong All my niggas be on, all my niggas be on FTL be on, FTL be on OTF 3hunna, all my niggas get money Life ain’t no joke, life ain’t no joke All white we coming Everything all white, everything all white My car white too Everything all white, everything all white Connect white too Everything all white, everything all white My house white too Everything all white, everything all white All white, I'm a fool Everything all white, everything all white Everything all white, everything all white Everything all white, everything all white My wrist white too Everything all white, everything all white Everything all white, everything all white Everything all white, everything all white All white, I'm a fool I got a check, I got a check You know my hustle, you know my hustle Pull up in six cars, you know my color Look at phantom grill, look at phantom grill Stainless steel, stainless steel So much wood, it look like a house on wheels House on wheels, house on wheels, house full of pills I’m 3hunna, it’s how I live White rollie with the white diamonds Streets dry so the white climbing White louie with the white trues I don’t like niggas like a white dude My house racist, my guns black My sack came its off white I fuck with Durk, we got work We’re getting money, is that right? CMG we’re getting this Bad hoes, we hitting it We don't fuck with hating niggas Give they ass the business

Everything all white, everything all white My car white too Everything all white, everything all white Connect white too Everything all white, everything all white My house white too Everything all white, everything all white All white, I'm a fool Everything all white, everything all white Everything all white, everything all white Everything all white, everything all white My wrist white too Everything all white, everything all white Everything all white, everything all white Everything all white, everything all white All white, I'm a foolEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I be on my animal, I'm trained with the pipe You know niggas, they be acting, they ain't made for this life Niggas bitches, they be tricking, gave my main nigga life I can't tell, on my baby, I can't give 'em no advice Mouth duct taped, cause I can't snitch, O.T.F. we in this bitch We was broke and now we rich, got me feeling like I'm Mitch Niggas tripping, ain't gon' lie I've been hustling all my life I've been rapping all my life Drop my van's, I'm the man Free Lil Law , and free Lil Jam Get my hitters out the jail I spend money on the ground So you know I got that work Niggas talking, my name Durk True Religion's and a shirt Got a Mac, ? Ain't no talking cause I told you I'm a animal I got my chopper in the trunk and I'mma damage you I got my niggas in the cut, and they punish you I got my shooters with the scope, and they aim at you Cause we some animals And I'm a animal I got the chopper in the trunk, and I'mma damage you I got my niggas in the cut, and they punish you I got my shooters with the scope, and they aim at you Cause I'm a animal, cause I'm a animal All my life I do me, I'm riding and I'm totting What I'm smoking is potent, I rub her like a Trojan 300, know she going Yeah, I know she going And I know she going, like Shady bitch I go in Fake Forgiato, that shit I don't like Color truck cream, cause that coka come in all type Money dancing wicked Louie, we be in it all night All night, all night And my wrist barely bright I be sipping white Remy, I be on my boss shit All white clothes, today indicted my closet How you piss I'm the shit, ho's spin like the toilet 40 get your dirty mouth clean, chewing Orbit I be in the factory, stacks in my Truey' And my belt Louie, rolling off of Gucci Bad bitches on me like I hopped up out a movie All white everything, winning never losing I'm a animal I got my chopper in the trunk and I'mma damage you I got my niggas in the cut, and they punish you I got my shooters with the scope, and they aim at you Cause we some animals And I'm a animal I got the chopper in the trunk, and I'mma damage you I got my niggas in the cut, and they punish you I got my shooters with the scope, and they aim at you Cause I'm a animal, cause I'm a animal1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> My nigga had crossed me and I say I forgive him I love him like he family so I'm stuck in the middle I really wanna drill him and say fuck it and kill him And treat him like a crook, like he was never a member I done seen niggas make it out of poverty I done seen drug money flips of property I done seen close niggas say they robbing me I done seen I done seen Been strapped up in them corners, niggas is really informers I'ma sip lean in the morning, I get the head in the morning Niggas could never come beat us, so niggas gone come and try join us You can't come around, my shooters got a hundred rounds And they smoking out a lot of pounds And you rappers still underground

Niggas not big enough, these niggas not hearing us These niggas so serious, my shooters Nigeria My wrist Siberia, these niggas be fearing us I gotta level up, gotta get my bezel up Slow down and better up, et cetera, et cetera Nuski had that SIG, I swear, yes he did These niggas act like 12, man I swear they pigs My nigga had crossed me and I say I forgive him I love him like he family so I'm stuck in the middle I really wanna drill him and say fuck it and kill him And treat him like a crook, like he was never a member I done seen niggas make it out of poverty I done seen drug money flips of property I done seen close niggas say they robbing me I done seen I done seen I'm finna cop me a foreign, I gave you niggas a warning You niggas be telling I know it, I heard you fuck with the boys I done seen a lot of shit, but I ain't making no noise They love how a young nigga move, that nigga he always on point I'm just a young nigga, I done seen it all Never had shit, i just wanna ball You was my nigga, but these niggas fraud When you in trouble, who you gonna call? You was my nigga (yah) Niggas switching up, only the family I trust I don't show a nigga no love Nah boy, I never knew ya Free brodie, he the shoota I'm in the studio cooking I fuck on your bitch and she tooken My nigga had crossed me and I say I forgive him I love him like he family so I'm stuck in the middle I really wanna drill him and say fuck it and kill him And treat him like a crook, like he was never a member I done seen niggas make it out of poverty I done seen drug money flips of property I done seen close niggas say they robbing me I done seen I done seenEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> KidWonder did you make this beat? Gang! 64 hundred on 'em shits Gang! Dope Let's get it! Check a bag and put the block on (Let's get it!) Yo' diamonds fake, them bitches costume (Let's get it!) Every Glock bitch we cop drum (Kr-r-r-a!) My killas wild and they off drugs (Dope!) These niggas pussy, they don't want it (They don't want it) These niggas bitches, they don't want it (Kr-r-r-a, kr-r-r-a!) These niggas snitches, they don't want it (Let's get it!) My niggas killas, they don't want it Bro call we takin' doors off (Let's get it!) Pour a pint and I might doze off (Drag!) 'Fore I knew her name, she took her clothes off (Bitch!) Free my boy DD he like O-Dawg (Kr-r-r-a, kr-r-r-a!) Name ringin' bells my whole family stars (Let's get it!) Most niggas doin' drills out the family car (Ska-a-a!) We ain't got no chill, we ain't got no chill (Let's get it!) Labels gave me Mills I told my killas kill (Kr-r-r-a, kr-r-r-a!) Niggas say they real but they ain't really real (Bitch!) Can't trust 'em like we dead and niggas killin' kids (Bitch!) Smith and Wesson nina, takin' out his dreads (Dope!) I'm off the drank, I'm off the percs and they both meds (Let's get it!) Check a bag and put the block on (Let's get it!) Yo' diamonds fake, them bitches costume (Let's get it!) Every Glock bitch we cop drum (Kr-r-r-a!) My killas wild and they off drugs (Dope!) These niggas pussy, they don't want it (They don't want it) These niggas bitches, they don't want it (Kr-r-r-a, kr-r-r-a!) These niggas snitches, they don't want it (Let's get it!) My niggas killas, they don't want it These niggas bitches they don't want it (They don't want it) A lotta killas put 'em on ya (Put 'em on ya) My niggas with it you don't want it (You don't want it) We point the fingers then they on it (Then they on it) Fuck all that talkin' it ain't nothin' (It ain't nothin') Pull up with choppas get to bustin' (Pull up with choppas get to bustin') A lot of niggas get to runnin' (A lot of niggas get to runnin') Watch all yo' niggas get to runnin' (Watch all yo' niggas get to runnin') Fuck all that talkin', let's get the money (Let's get the money) Lil Durk he with me yeah that's my brother (Yeah that's my brother) We ain't lettin' that money come between us (Come between us) Back then used to ride around in steamers (Ride around in steamers)

Check a bag and put the block on (Let's get it!) Yo' diamonds fake, them bitches costume (Let's get it!) Every Glock bitch we cop drum (Kr-r-r-a!) My killas wild and they off drugs (Dope!) These niggas pussy, they don't want it (They don't want it) These niggas bitches, they don't want it (Kr-r-r-a, kr-r-r-a!) These niggas snitches, they don't want it (Let's get it!) My niggas killas, they don't want it These niggas pussy, they don't want it (They don't want it) These niggas bitches, they don't want it (They don't want it) These niggas snitches, they don't want it (They don't want it) My niggas killas, they don't want it (They don't want it) Check a bag and bust the block on 'em (Block on 'em) Yo' diamonds fake, them bitches costume (Bitches costume) Every Glock bitch we cop drum (We cop drum) My killas wild and they off drugs (They off drugs, they off drugs, they off drugs)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yeah, is it my jewels? (We Got London on da Track) Yeah, is it my car? Is it my bitches? Why Me? Why Me? Somebody give me a good reason, you hear me? I don't know Why Me? Why me? Why me? Why Me? Why me? (I don't know) Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? (I don't know) Why Me? Why me? Why me? Why Me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Fuck, I don't know, I don't know why she wanna fuck me (I don't know) Fuck, I don't know, I don't know Fuck, I don't know, I don't know, why she wanna fuck me (I don't know) Fuck , I don't know I don't knoww I don't know, I don't know Why she wanna fuck I don't know Might even be for the clothes or the bands for the rolls Might be the bottles and the bottles in the club we go Why Me? Cause I got on spikes no Nike Every pic that I got she be liking (yeah) That's how I know that she like me Why you got a name on your eye? Cause he ain't supposed to be here (abortion) Why you like to go through my phone no Porsches, cause the voices I don't know why, is it cause I'm from the Chi? Or the 4s that I ride or the 4s that I pour on the ice? I don't know, all I know that I can't lose Bang Bro your ho so we came too So we can't lose So why me? I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know All I know that she just wanna fuck Why Me? Why me? Why me? Why Me? Why me? (I don't know) Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me ?(I don't know) Why Me? Why me? Why me? Why Me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Fuck, I don't know, I don't know why she wanna fuck me (I don't know) Fuck, I don't know I don't know Fuck, I don't know I don't know why she wanna fuck me (I don't know) Fuck , I don't know I don't knoww Louie or Gucci? I don't know American or foreign? I don't know the streets But it's money promoters is throwing, I don't know These bitches be tripping, reckless They just whatever, just kid don't act like niggas don't know I'ma chase a bag, leave the broke in the past, cause I'm on Why Gang, niggas never Worldstar my chain Shooters on deck, give the fuck nigga bang Stay in your lane Police ask me, I don't know, I was sleep off the drank I was moving slow, so don't ask me Rollie on each side, yours ticking Fake designer shit she got ain't fitting So I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know All I know is she just wanna fuck Why Me? Why me? Why me? Why Me? Why me? (I don't know) Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me ?(I don't know) Why Me? Why me? Why me? Why Me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Fuck, I don't know, I don't know why she wanna fuck me (I don't know) Fuck, I don't know I don't know Fuck, I don't know I don't know why she wanna fuck me (I don't know) Fuck , I don't know I don't knoww9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I'm a JackBoy Don't get jacked ya boy

Have my Lamron niggas to come jack ya boy Have my O.T.F niggas come and jack ya boy Have my O'Block niggas to come jack ya boy I'm a JackBoy Don't get jacked ya boy Have my Dro City niggas to come jack ya boy Have my O.T.F niggas come and jack ya boy Have my 4-6 niggas to come jack ya boy We gon' jack you Don't get wrapped up We got hittas Call 'em clappers We gon rob 'em if he taxin We go hard cause we be battling 24/7 like we maxin We got 30 if you lackin How you fawnin? You be lackin I'm just actin keep that mac in I'm reacting to these actors I'mma drill 'em if he asking They say, "Durk gon bullshit..." I just hold my own dick 30 year old 40 clip Got 30 in that 40 clip Shorty's sick Fuck the opps 3hunna shit we drop 'em out Police snatch me for some shit I ain't gon lie I ain't a snitch Loud niggas be the same niggas that'll tell 'em shit Got caught with a ratchet so I be on my felon shit One thing bout my hittaz that they don't be with that tellin shit I'm a JackBoy Don't get jacked ya boy Have my Lamron niggas to come jack ya boy Have my O.T.F niggas come and jack ya boy Have my O'Block niggas to come jack ya boy I'm a JackBoy Don't get jacked ya boy Have my Dro City niggas to come jack ya boy Have my O.T.F niggas come and jack ya boy Have my 4-6 niggas to come jack ya boy Eastside got my name ringin Po-Po grab me, ain't no singing I'm reactin, ain't no thinking Grab that cannon, safety reasons JackBoy out Ain't no reason Mama callin I'mma grab the mac And I'm holdin Got these niggas dreamin, duckin shit Ain't duckin no action But bitch nigga it's crackin You can't find a nigga up in the street that say I'm lackin Goofy niggas talking goofy Cap and get the 30 clip Niggas talkin shit Lil Durk We up in this bitch Ma big homie call me and he said get rich and bond him out I ain't hear it from a crowd I heard it from his word of mouth Got a "Orbit"(c) 30-shot 40 for a "dirty mouth" Rob a nigga for a count That's crackin Kyle's we trappin hot I'm a JackBoy Don't get jacked ya boy Have my Lamron niggas to come jack ya boy Have my O.T.F niggas come and jack ya boy Have my O'Block niggas to come jack ya boy I'm a JackBoy Don't get jacked ya boy Have my Dro City niggas to come jack ya boy Have my O.T.F niggas come and jack ya boy Have my 4-6 niggas to come jack ya boy "L's"3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I ain't lose a lot of my niggas in a long time, so you know I Ride or die for my niggas, so pussy nigga don't try We way up I feel blessed Bitch we right now fuck who's next I'm way up, I feel blessed, nigga I'm way up, I feel blessed, nigga I feel blessed, I feel blessed, nigga I'm way up, I feel blessed, nigga Hollow tips all in the tec nigga

If I don't hit you, then that means that you blessed nigga If I don't hit you, then imma hit the next nigga And the next nigga, yeah you blessed nigga Fuck around with us and get wet nigga Young niggas that'll still wet niggas 40 cal, 30 Smith and Wesson nigga Fuck around with us that's a blessing nigga We don't fuck with niggas that's a blessing nigga To fuck with the gang that's a blessing nigga Mama said don't go outside, still went outside Came back & whooped my ass, learned a lesson nigga Had to fuck your bitch, she was desperate nigga Had to separate myself, yeah separate nigga All my life I been helping niggas Said all my life I been helping niggas 3-4 gun cases a blessing, 40 automatic Glock, Smith and Wesson Ask the opps bout that show down in Weston He had a pipe, and bro had to test 'em OTF 300 niggas reckless Meek jeweler a blessing, let me put 30 on a necklace Lost my cousin Nuski I'm stressing 2012, signed my deal for 600k Shoot 'em up in the broad day, if I hear 300 or 600k Meek wanted to sign me, TIP wanted to sign me He knows I'm a savage, got goons right behind me Killers from the east and the west and a few in New Yor And Miami, Baltimore, Cali Atlanta and Oakland where killas be ridin' Bitch I'm a blessing, fuck all the opps we ain't sneakin' or hidin' Album drop May 12th, they waiting on my gang Getting bars by myself, and I dare 'em reach for my chain Do a nigga like Kane Try to do me like that but I know he can't <EOS> <BOS> "Durk...she neva seen no money man" "You ain't neva seen no real money, baby" All she want is a nigga with some money (she want that money man) All she want is a nigga with some money (she love niggas with money) Well you got the right one baby cuz I'm stacked (you got the right one baby) And you think you seen some money, you ain't seen nothing (you ain't seen some real money baby) She like boy why you talkin to me? (talkin to me) Cuz I ain't gotta talk, my money talkin for me (talkin for me) All she want is a nigga with some money (she like that money man) All she want is a nigga with some money and you can't knock her for that Cashin out, we cash out Don't miss a beat or you ashed out Rollie on me like twenty thou Turned down for what? You can't hear me now Dees on me got the brighten on me My car too, I'm Bentley'd down Used to flex with a box Chevy and now I flex with a Bentley now Good hoes, they love me Them classy hoes, they love me too They say they on my squad And now you see what that money do Got bricks all in my garage That trap house doin numbers too Shittin on these haters My watching taking a number 2 Real money that's old money That rap money is just a flip Mismatchin designer, I go hard on that Ester shit Yo man, he want love and affection With me, love out the question Let's get it All she want is a nigga with some money (she want that money man) All she want is a nigga with some money (she love niggas with money) Well you got the right one baby cuz I'm stacked (you got the right one baby) And you think you seen some money, you ain't seen nothing (you ain't seen some real money baby) She like boy why you talkin to me? (talkin to me) Cuz I ain't gotta talk, my money talkin for me (talkin for me) All she want is a nigga with some money (she like that money man) All she want is a nigga with some money and you can't knock her for that All she want is a nigga with some money She say that broke niggas hate on niggas with that money She like kickin shit with me cuz she know I'm stuntin No frontin, just pumpin And we throw it in the air, we ball baby Diamonds in my fish tank Money in bout six banks Walk around with my nose tooted up like my shit don't stank Eatin over here, it's a movie, they stressed out, please don't blank

Cuz you might miss something Why miss your bitch or something? When I come around, I turn these hoes to cheaters Now he spend his re-up up on cheaters First single went platinum, that's a teaser She walk in my house, she like who stay here, Ceaser? All she want is a nigga with some money (she want that money man) All she want is a nigga with some money (she love niggas with money) Well you got the right one baby cuz I'm stacked (you got the right one baby) And you think you seen some money, you ain't seen nothing (you ain't seen some real money baby) She like boy why you talkin to me? (talkin to me) Cuz I ain't gotta talk, my money talkin for me (talkin for me) All she want is a nigga with some money (she like that money man) All she want is a nigga with some money and you can't knock her for that These bitches will fuck for fame These bitches will fuck for names These bitches be fuckin lame These broke niggas, that's a fuckin shame Walk in the club doin thirty thousand Young nigga move, young niggas wildin Red or green ders, my chain Italian Money machine cuz I don't like to count it Ride around with Keisha, with a bitch named Keisha All these hoes they need us, all these hoes they eaters Bad bitch doing threesomes Ball shit throw meters Talk about millions, OTF in the building Paid in full, check Checker bag, check Bad bitch, check I'm just a young nigga with a check Turn up! All she want is a nigga with some money (she want that money man) All she want is a nigga with some money (she love niggas with money) Well you got the right one baby cuz I'm stacked (you got the right one baby) And you think you seen some money, you ain't seen nothing (you ain't seen some real money baby) She like boy why you talkin to me? (talkin to me) Cuz I ain't gotta talk, my money talkin for me (talkin for me) All she want is a nigga with some money (she like that money man) All she want is a nigga with some money and you can't knock her for that2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Let's Get it L's Im on 3hunna shit right now OTF What up berg? In the hood, going hard Niggas know I’m bout that action Got that 30 ride that will whoop So you pussies stop that acting Adrianas 30 deep, I get paid it’s all my actions I made L's, in Chicago, got the city go bananas Got 300 on my neck, so you know I’m with the shit On parole, drop the opps, OTF we taking risks Niggas say they ran me off You know I can’t run for shit Even though they hate me first I can’t let them hate for shit Got a chance, 2012, nigga I can’t change for shit Fucking hoes, running hoes, and we’re acting like the shit Claim 300, got a deal, now they begging for the dick She was on a nigga …you should have seen this bitch Went to jail, cut the dreads, but I’m still a fucking hitta She mistake me with a nigga, but he still my fucking nigga And I’ve lost too many guys, hold a grudge for my nigga Hold a grudge for my niggas Man I love my niggas Cop the range, all black, ain’t gotta stunt cause I got it Watching me, be safe, best believe my niggas got it Run up on me, try to rob me, you gonn make me catch a case Niggas talking all that shit, you gonn make me catch his face Let’s get it! L's Aye last of a dying breed coming soon Just a little sneak peak Just some Sorry For The Wait shit Aye free the guys OTF man GBE we see y'all god Shouts to Louie2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> He say and she say, squad! She say he say he mad, cause I fucked his bitch Confronted him in his face, he ain't say shit She say she like my ways, she can't take my shit Don't believe you when he say, he won't take my shit

Me and bro bang bro his bitch, that's when he say shit And I say that I have my .30, and he ain't say shit Cash out, Louis sweater, Margiela, and it be that shit He say my KC is 30, and it won't be my shit but I did She say don't take out my kid, she say I won't be shit Now I'm the shit, hopped on G shit I copped me a brick, I copped me a crib Wish I would change, I'm never the chain My car was a Range, one night in no rain Just say she want brain, she think I'm a stain She think I'm a lame, said "Baby, I'm hot" Bitch I'm on top, bitch I got guap She say I won't pop with a 4 on my pop That purse they drop, don't do that to my squad OTF my squad, she say we go hard They say we go hard, 2013 We took a big loss, don't believe <EOS> <BOS> Let's get it Did drills on that corner, shed blood for that block Did bid for informants, I'll kill for that block Out late selling cocoa, had the guns in the spot Old heads with that old bread will never get a new slot Believe it or not (believe it or not) Believe it or not nigga yeah 4x Got the spot booming yeah, shopping like it Bloomingdale Try to hit us with a real nah Think its Christmas how we moving bells Take a L that's a mission fail Pussy nigga don't try again Cali trips send it through the mail Hoping UPS not the feds Me and my thinking is too legit Took little Charles on stupid shit Hoping you don't eat no pork my nigga Fuck around and get your kufi hit Glock drawn for a mickey mouse Fuck around and get a goofy hit Put 200 hundred on the dash nigga Now I'm going on some movie shit All the hitter shit started that 15 hundred how you ball with that Jail call ain't no calling back Snake me once and I'm falling back Drop a 8 with a percocet On the block went to war for that OTF go to war for that OTF I go to war for them Did drills on that corner, shed blood for that block Did big for informants, I'll kill for that block Out late selling coka, had the guns in the spot Old heads with that old bread will never get a new slot Believe it or not (believe it or not) Believe it or not nigga yeah 4xEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> "See the goal, is always gonna be get out the streets. You'll see quitting while you're here means ending one chapter and starting a new one. I'mma keep the trigger off safety and, my eyes on the prize. God got my back and, my balls gonna make sure I stand 10 toes down. Middle finger to the muthafuckin' world! Durk, end this chapter!" Summertime shootouts Everybody a shooter Glock poppin' now before this Everybody had rugers I was broke and I was down, now I'm all about the mula Vet bitches super desperate, I call her ass a cougar Hit a cape got no traffic, bro call my ass a uber Can't starve I gotta make it, I'mma turn this shit a movie Black opps, niggas know I'm the wack opps I'm the face, no mascot 300 pounds of jackpot and I used to sell- Dummy bags for the ps you come short Dope doin' 20k, got a choppa on the porch I got a choppa on the porch and a yopper in the crutch I got fo nem in the bush You ever had to wake up to yo' mans like he's somebody else The trick I'm lookin' up like, Lord somebody help I can't feel my face I swear I feel I'm by myself I've been to war nobodys left Street life I'm tryna make it out this street life I'm tryna make it out this street, oooh Yea, yeaah, street life Hermes sneaks, I'm just kickin' flavor A booth tryna make a hit, like imma kick it later (aye) 30k a show, I'm tryna get to 80

And get my mama a new crib, and brother new Mercedes And get my niggas out the trap, my sister out the Navy And get Zayden from his mama, I know them bitches hate me And yeah the streets raised me, can't count nobody out, (?) I might take p's to the lam, and get the keys to the lamb Appartments to a mansion, school pants to fashion Razor scooters to Banshees, dog food not a pantry Fo nem learned the hard way, dog food and the hard way I used to trap up out that hallway Street life Rest in peace to my niggas that never made it out of the street life, cause everybody don't make it out I'm tryna make it out that street life Yeaah, make it out the street life1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Due to some violent content, parental discretion is advised What, if you ain't know this is DJ Millticket The streets don't really love you like I love you Money over bitches is what I learned too Can't change on my niggas because they blood too And if you thinkin' that we soft nigga fuck you Pour up shots for them dead niggas We gon' start something for them dead niggas Tuck yo' tail if you scared, nigga Where I'm from we take a chance nigga Ohh, takin' chances Where I'm from we just takin' chances Ohh, we takin' chances Where I'm from niggas takin' chances Took some chances I was on the grind Smokin' dope, toting poles, hangin' on the 9 DJ, ZDD, and Booda they people was always slime The opps catch me lackin', pussy nigga stop cryin' Lost Pluto and Vito, we mobbin' like Vito For Nuski and Chino, got Glocks and kilos Say I'm Hollywood, I ain't got a grammy bitch I love the hood We kill, never mind bitch he in the woods Shot niggas, never got shot though My bitch charged but I got caught with a Glock though The wrong place the wrong time got you tacos You ain't shit in these streets without yo' nachos No, no The streets don't really love you like I love you Money over bitches is what I learned too Can't change on my niggas because they blood too And if you thinkin' that we soft nigga fuck you Pour up shots for them dead niggas We gon' start something for them dead niggas Tuck yo' tail if you scared, nigga Where I'm from we take a chance nigga Ohh, takin' chances Where I'm from we just takin' chances Ohh, we takin' chances Where I'm from niggas takin' chances How you loyal nigga, I can count on one hand who loyal nigga If your gang, I can show you one nigga who loyal with you Never gave me money never gave me shit Never told me that you love me, always put my name in Hell Never said free my name, put money up on my bail Mixing birds, never gave me still, you ain't even give me a chance I'm like damn I got bands, I'ma split it with my mans I'ma buy the block guns, drugs and a couple vans Gotta be real to 'em, you can even ask the fans And how I been through it all, nigga fuck the feds Like duckin' what, real shooter niggas tuckin' what And we was broke and we ain't had nothing The streets don't really love you like I love you Money over bitches is what I learned too Can't change on my niggas because they blood too And if you thinkin' that we soft nigga fuck you Pour up shots for them dead niggas We gon' start something for them dead niggas Tuck yo' tail if you scared, nigga Where I'm from we take a chance nigga Ohh, takin' chances Where I'm from we just takin' chances Ohh, we takin' chances Where I'm from niggas takin' chancesEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I got voices in my head tell me buy expensive shit I got voices in my head tell me buy the newest whip I got voices in my head (In my head) I got voices in my head (In my head) I got voices in my head saying the feds on me I got voices in my head saying niggas' police I got voices in my head (In my head) I got voices in my head (In my head)

I got voices in my head saying the feds on me And I kinda believe it cause sell 'bout 63 Cause my name what it is make your bitch give top to me Rolling up this dope you see I'm higher than I'm supposed to be Police ass niggas and these bitches can't get close to me Phantom ghost keep telling me, put this white all over me Louis squares all over me, these Gucci jeans all over me Purp shit, mix it with the Sprite you get that perfect shit Hate it when I get high then i run into a dirty bitch Love it when I get new pussy cause she know I murder it Voices in my head telling Lil Durk to murder it (Squad!) Keep the Glock up in the box, police all into me No Twitter shit, you snitching in the jam just don't mention me Friends turn to enemies, all the one they friendemies Flexing on the nigga know my finger be my Bentley key Semi bitch, off the Remy bitch, give me remy bitch Always saying give me bitch, all she know is give me dick Penny shit, always had to grind, they ain't give me shit 300, OTF, GBE, we been the shit Stunt cause I want too Flex cause I want too Money team, I could spend a check if I want to Flex if I want too Stunt if I want too Money team, I could blow a check if I want to <EOS> <BOS> My pockets put a couple bands on my wrist Got my own shit, ain't gotta put on for the shits A lot of bitches choosin' 'cause they like the team I'm with These niggas think I'm losin' but I'm really off the shits I be off the shits, I really be off the shits I be off the shits, I really be off the shits A lot of niggas losing but they don't be off the shits A lot of bitches choosin' 'cause they don't be off the shits Niggas fuck with that lean shit, I really be off of that lean shit I could say what I rap 'cause niggas know I be with that street shit Couple of them flex got me pouring up that reject Got me up high on the moon, tweakin' like I'm ET Call one of them hittas up, put me one of them hittas up Then slide to the factory, make all the bitches come chill with us Got all the purp', sip all the syrup, got me movin' slow as her Be cool before you be allowed to share I won but you see a lot of Durk They copy me, don't copy me, a lot of niggas be mockin' me I'm on one, ain't no stopping me It's been one 'cause we got the streets LeBron, you could bring the heat I'm on one, ain't no stoppin' me It's been one 'cause we got the streets LeBron, you could bring the heat My pockets put a couple bands on my wrist Got my own shit, ain't gotta put on for the shits A lot of bitches choosin' 'cause they like the team I'm with These niggas think I'm losin' but I'm really off the shits I be off the shits, I really be off the shits I be off the shits, I really be off the shits A lot of niggas losing but they don't be off the shits A lot of bitches choosin' 'cause they don't be off the shits Stop playing, boy, I'm off the shits, eyes bloodshot red, I'm on that viking shit OTF, O-Block, Lamron, 3hunna, stop playin', boy, we been in this shit Off one, off two, 02, 03, young nigga straight doing out hits Kick a nigga door face on the floor, everybody on the block thirsty, trying to hit licks Got the shit and my couple Louis belts hold me up, lil' nigga, catch how we do this Off a flat, now I'm flying like a bitch, never trust a bitch so she gon' do dicks OTF to the grave, boy, I gotta get paid for that bread I'm goin' hard like Ace Kush too strong, kush my face, can't be broke, so the paper I chase Run up in the spot, we gon' take the whole safe Don't come back 'cause the shit ain't safe Knock a nigga down have my mans steal the case, tough gettin' around the block with an eighth On the block, yeah, you know I gotta move weight My name hold weight so there's guns in this place My name hold weight so there's guns in this place My pockets put a couple bands on my wrist Got my own shit, ain't gotta put on for the shits A lot of bitches choosin' 'cause they like the team I'm with These niggas think I'm losin' but I'm really off the shits I be off the shits, I really be off the shits I be off the shits, I really be off the shits A lot of niggas losing but they don't be off the shits A lot of bitches choosin' 'cause they don't be off the shits4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS>

Long nights in the trenches, get it Cooking dope in my momma kitchen Serving junkies kill the whole city December nights turn me cold nigga Never rat the street cold nigga Never been a Rico nigga Bought a plug the keys lil nigga Jewelry cost a kilo nigga Don't fall victim, victim, victim, victim, victim, victim Don't fall victim, victim, victim, victim, victim, victim Don't fall victim, victim, victim, victim, victim, victim Don't fall victim, victim, victim, victim, victim, victim Came from the trenches December 24th we had wet shit Don't fall out over no bitches You saving these hoes we villians We used to hit licks on mansions Split the whole shit down the middle Four guns and one rental Everybody shoot pistols We just rapping to clean the money Before this booth we was serving junkies Where I'm from these streets are hungry And we got guns like we serve the country Drillnois just kill the noise Killers with me and they unemployed In my prime I'm a younger Floyd Made a 20 off another droid Hit the trap I might buy a birdie Call Obama this shit is urgent Got some kids out here thats hurtin' Got some kids out here thats servin' Got some kids out here that purgin' Been through this shit I ain't never nervous And my cup is forever dirty And my life is forever dirty Long nights in the trenches, get it Cooking dope in my momma kitchen Serving junkies kill the whole city December nights turn me cold nigga Never rat the street cold nigga Never been a Rico nigga Bought a plug the keys lil nigga Jewelry cost a kilo nigga Don't fall victim, victim, victim, victim, victim, victim Don't fall victim, victim, victim, victim, victim, victim Don't fall victim, victim, victim, victim, victim, victim Don't fall victim, victim, victim, victim, victim, victim Trigger finger, itchy, itchy, itchy In the trenches getting money with me Fucking bitches get them in they feelings Fuck 'em raw just so she can feel it Dope boy got the kitchen whippin Drum nuts looking like mickey Tweakin' nigga think you smoking mickey Shot the muzzle drill the whole city Grammy got love for you yeah Say you was down in the mud for you yeah Them niggas a motherfucker yeah I was there when Fo'nem got booked I was there when Rio got cooked I was there when the war first started I was there when blocks got took Snitch niggas brought the nation down Get out they gotta face it now Red nose boy I hate a clown Real killers they go chasing down So don't fall victim, victim, victim, victim, victim, victim Get killed if you wit' them, wit' them, wit' them, wit' them, wit' them, wit' them Long nights in the trenches, get it Cooking dope in my momma kitchen Serving junkies kill the whole city December nights turn me cold nigga Never rat the street cold nigga Never been a Rico nigga Bought a plug the keys lil nigga Jewelry cost a kilo nigga Don't fall victim, victim, victim, victim, victim, victim Don't fall victim, victim, victim, victim, victim, victim Don't fall victim, victim, victim, victim, victim, victim Don't fall victim, victim, victim, victim, victim, victim1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Hate being wasted Let's get it