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 celly 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 tryna 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 and I 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 like with Wook, I say I dislike him but I'll never hate him
We locked back in, we fell out 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 it 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 there I watch you starvin', low income, low-key apartment
I'm in abandoned apartment, Glock with a switch when I aim at a target
All of my 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 Voice
Lil Durk - The Voice (Deluxe) Album Lyrics
Lil Durk - The Voice (Deluxe) Lyrics
- Intro
- Finesse Out the Gang Way
- Switched Up
- Let Em Know
- Shouldve Ducked
- When Im Lonely
- Every Freakin Day
- Love You
- I Dont Know
- Movement
- Last Minute
- Kanye Krazy
- Redman
- Refugee
- Death Aint Easy
- The Voice
- Backdoor
- Still Trappin
- Stay Down
- Free Jamell
- Misunderstood
- Not the Same
- India Pt. 3
- Coming Clean
- Going Strong
- Changes
- Lamborghini Mirrors
- To Be Honest
Writer: Durk Banks, Trenton Turner
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Capitol CMG Publishing, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Capitol CMG Publishing, Songtrust Ave
Finesse Out the Gang Way
(Dj on the beat so it's a banger)
I came from nothin', I had to go get it
I had to finesse out the gang way (gang way)
I done did everything for the niggas that I love
Who stuck in the chain gang (chain gang)
Shit be so weird
I'm steady watchin' all the niggas who yellin' out, "Gang, gang" (gang, gang)
Shit be so different
I'm watchin' the niggas who bitches but yellin' out, "Bang, bang" (bang, bang)
Roll up a blunt of that Pluto
Used to be deep now I'm riding 'round uno
I know some niggas who hustlin' but quit 'cause they was doin' this shit for too long
I remember niggas feelin' like brothers but now this shit feel like a group home
And I had told 'em I love 'em so much, to me it felt you can't do wrong
I was trappin' out inside of my granny crib, I was servin' with two phones
I remember tellin' jewelers "Don't know what a Patek is"
Now it's two-tone
Money make the world spin (spin, oh)
The money make the girls grin (grin, oh)
Been rappin' since 2010 (ten, oh)
Who ever thought I'd win? (Win, oh)
Asked 'em why they sellin' food stamps
I done grabbed a Urus on some cool shit
I'ma get it on my own, when I felt alone
I remember feelin' useless
I remember servin' to the cool kids
Twin got a .30, like a pool stick
Why you think your murders turn to news clips?
When a nigga die, when his family cry
And they'll swear to God that he ain't do shit
I remember niggas bein' goofy
Spending their last money on the Gucci
He just got fly just to get him some coochie
Went to jail ridin' around with a goofy
I can actually say I'm feelin' like money
I remember riding 'round with a hunnid
Had twin with me ridin' one hunnids
Gucci bag, duffels, fifty, one hunnids
Super motivated, come from a dungeon
Like, why you call a dungeon the trenches?
It don't matter 'cause I'm bringin' my niggas
Why you fall out with me just for attention?
Niggas die when they pop up in my mentions
Had the realest nigga tell you're a peasant
Took a Perc' and it got me in my feelings (got me in my feelings)
The money make the world spin (spin, oh)
The money make the girls grin (grin, oh)
Been rappin' since 2010 (ten, oh)
Who ever thought I'd win? (Win, oh)
The money make the world spin (spin, oh)
The money make the girls grin (grin, oh)
Been rappin' since 2010 (ten, oh)
Who ever thought I'd win? (Win, oh)
Man, I've been trappin' since 2007
My mama was strugglin', I had to help
From juvenile to the penitentiary, I'm better
I'm happy I can say I got it together
Fifty-three percent of these niggas feminine
I am not a gangster, I am a gentleman
We the ones that handle murders like businessmen
Postin' money on the 'Gram, I invented that
I done came a long way from the middleman
I got head for an hour in the Cullinan
I done gave a thousand bows to my brother them
Shit get serious when them bodies start comin' up
I put a kit on the Urus, it's bigger now
Told my baby mama we need a bigger house
I'm too real for this shit, I done figure out
Got one foot in the streets, tryna pull it out
She be lowkey, she ain't runnin' her mouth (mouth)
She don't ever want me to pull out
I ran it up to a load from a ounce
I'm rockin' clothes I can't even pronounce
F*ck the pandemic, I love me a drought
I ran it up in this motherf*cker
Three hunnid shots, that's enough in this motherf*cker
Only The Family, it's us in this motherf*cker, gang shit
The money make the world spin (spin, oh)
The money make the girls grin (grin, oh)
Been rappin' since 2010 (ten, oh)
Who ever thought I'd win? (Win, oh)
The money make the world spin (spin, oh)
The money make the girls grin (grin, oh)
Been rappin' since 2010 (ten, oh)
Who ever thought I'd win? (Win, oh)
I came from nothin', I had to go get it
I had to finesse out the gang way (gang way)
I done did everything for the niggas that I love
Who stuck in the chain gang (chain gang)
Shit be so weird
I'm steady watchin' all the niggas who yellin' out, "Gang, gang" (gang, gang)
Shit be so different
I'm watchin' the niggas who bitches but yellin' out, "Bang, bang" (bang, bang)
Roll up a blunt of that Pluto
Used to be deep now I'm riding 'round uno
I know some niggas who hustlin' but quit 'cause they was doin' this shit for too long
I remember niggas feelin' like brothers but now this shit feel like a group home
And I had told 'em I love 'em so much, to me it felt you can't do wrong
I was trappin' out inside of my granny crib, I was servin' with two phones
I remember tellin' jewelers "Don't know what a Patek is"
Now it's two-tone
Money make the world spin (spin, oh)
The money make the girls grin (grin, oh)
Been rappin' since 2010 (ten, oh)
Who ever thought I'd win? (Win, oh)
Asked 'em why they sellin' food stamps
I done grabbed a Urus on some cool shit
I'ma get it on my own, when I felt alone
I remember feelin' useless
I remember servin' to the cool kids
Twin got a .30, like a pool stick
Why you think your murders turn to news clips?
When a nigga die, when his family cry
And they'll swear to God that he ain't do shit
I remember niggas bein' goofy
Spending their last money on the Gucci
He just got fly just to get him some coochie
Went to jail ridin' around with a goofy
I can actually say I'm feelin' like money
I remember riding 'round with a hunnid
Had twin with me ridin' one hunnids
Gucci bag, duffels, fifty, one hunnids
Super motivated, come from a dungeon
Like, why you call a dungeon the trenches?
It don't matter 'cause I'm bringin' my niggas
Why you fall out with me just for attention?
Niggas die when they pop up in my mentions
Had the realest nigga tell you're a peasant
Took a Perc' and it got me in my feelings (got me in my feelings)
The money make the world spin (spin, oh)
The money make the girls grin (grin, oh)
Been rappin' since 2010 (ten, oh)
Who ever thought I'd win? (Win, oh)
The money make the world spin (spin, oh)
The money make the girls grin (grin, oh)
Been rappin' since 2010 (ten, oh)
Who ever thought I'd win? (Win, oh)
Man, I've been trappin' since 2007
My mama was strugglin', I had to help
From juvenile to the penitentiary, I'm better
I'm happy I can say I got it together
Fifty-three percent of these niggas feminine
I am not a gangster, I am a gentleman
We the ones that handle murders like businessmen
Postin' money on the 'Gram, I invented that
I done came a long way from the middleman
I got head for an hour in the Cullinan
I done gave a thousand bows to my brother them
Shit get serious when them bodies start comin' up
I put a kit on the Urus, it's bigger now
Told my baby mama we need a bigger house
I'm too real for this shit, I done figure out
Got one foot in the streets, tryna pull it out
She be lowkey, she ain't runnin' her mouth (mouth)
She don't ever want me to pull out
I ran it up to a load from a ounce
I'm rockin' clothes I can't even pronounce
F*ck the pandemic, I love me a drought
I ran it up in this motherf*cker
Three hunnid shots, that's enough in this motherf*cker
Only The Family, it's us in this motherf*cker, gang shit
The money make the world spin (spin, oh)
The money make the girls grin (grin, oh)
Been rappin' since 2010 (ten, oh)
Who ever thought I'd win? (Win, oh)
The money make the world spin (spin, oh)
The money make the girls grin (grin, oh)
Been rappin' since 2010 (ten, oh)
Who ever thought I'd win? (Win, oh)
Writer: Durk Banks, Dominique Jones, Darrel Jackson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Switched Up
(Aye TM)
All the dawgs that watch yo' moves you gotta play 'em close
All them drugs stacked in one crib, that's what get raided most
I know one nigga who love to kill but he get faded first
You say Nuski name in vain, that's who gon' get it worst
Chasing who? Not chasing hoes, we chase the millions first
I had the hoes in my DMs when I had a Nicki verse
I'll cash you out for a whole thirty, you gotta get 'em first
You mix the ecstasy and Percocets, you itch the worst
Some of my homies played back then and now they still bogus
Quiet as kept, that door still open
And my niggas on whatever I'm on and I don't feel bogus
My mind eighty percent in the streets and I'm still focused
Who gave me hope when I need it?
'Nine and 22, gave the streets what they want, got 'em thinking that they beefing
Know what oppositions say, he quick, they think he Jesus
Told him he the only one get a pass, that nigga believed us
How you think you still real? You tricked up on your guys and shit
How you think you still 300, you switched up on your guys and shit
Letter to the opps, y'all niggas tricking on y'all lives and shit
Big teeth and end up in the casket, make 'em slide again
Went in for another bond but he got denied again
Cory Brooks told me slow down, but it's my pride again
Every time a nigga died, they'll blame my side again
And every bitch I f*ck, I tell her bring her side a friend
Love me or hate me, bitches say I'm crazy, they don't wanna date me, oh
Love me or hate me, I ain't grow up rich, so the trenches, they made me, oh
I was finger f*cking pistols 'fore I ever got a chance to go and finger f*ck these bitches, oh
I'm regretting how I was raised, all my niggas went to jail
I had to f*ck with different niggas, whoa, whoa, whoa
F*cking fancy bitches, got her dancing with the stars, got her feeling like a groupie ho
When I pull up in the trenches, they surround me by some killers, but I know that's how they do me now
When I be saying I'm the voice, I don't be tryna like
Tryna run niggas or tell 'em what to do or nothing like that
I just feel that the streets'll listen to me
And I'm saying that shit different, you know?
All the dawgs that watch yo' moves you gotta play 'em close
All them drugs stacked in one crib, that's what get raided most
I know one nigga who love to kill but he get faded first
You say Nuski name in vain, that's who gon' get it worst
Chasing who? Not chasing hoes, we chase the millions first
I had the hoes in my DMs when I had a Nicki verse
I'll cash you out for a whole thirty, you gotta get 'em first
You mix the ecstasy and Percocets, you itch the worst
Some of my homies played back then and now they still bogus
Quiet as kept, that door still open
And my niggas on whatever I'm on and I don't feel bogus
My mind eighty percent in the streets and I'm still focused
Who gave me hope when I need it?
'Nine and 22, gave the streets what they want, got 'em thinking that they beefing
Know what oppositions say, he quick, they think he Jesus
Told him he the only one get a pass, that nigga believed us
How you think you still real? You tricked up on your guys and shit
How you think you still 300, you switched up on your guys and shit
Letter to the opps, y'all niggas tricking on y'all lives and shit
Big teeth and end up in the casket, make 'em slide again
Went in for another bond but he got denied again
Cory Brooks told me slow down, but it's my pride again
Every time a nigga died, they'll blame my side again
And every bitch I f*ck, I tell her bring her side a friend
Love me or hate me, bitches say I'm crazy, they don't wanna date me, oh
Love me or hate me, I ain't grow up rich, so the trenches, they made me, oh
I was finger f*cking pistols 'fore I ever got a chance to go and finger f*ck these bitches, oh
I'm regretting how I was raised, all my niggas went to jail
I had to f*ck with different niggas, whoa, whoa, whoa
F*cking fancy bitches, got her dancing with the stars, got her feeling like a groupie ho
When I pull up in the trenches, they surround me by some killers, but I know that's how they do me now
When I be saying I'm the voice, I don't be tryna like
Tryna run niggas or tell 'em what to do or nothing like that
I just feel that the streets'll listen to me
And I'm saying that shit different, you know?
Writer: Durk Banks
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Let Em Know
(Ayo Bleu)
Oh-ah
Oh (Turn me up, Josh)
Let's find a better time to T up, f*ck 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
Have a foursome with some strippers, if I like 'em, turn to divas
You're 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-balled for a show
Now I'm the voice, I need two-hundred, I'll take one-fifty plus the dope
Take my chain, then you trippin', I got money, now I'm different
Nuski be there December fifteenth, that's why I really hate Christmas
Told his mama 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 GLA
I don't wanna rap and I don't really wanna be bothered
I just wanna sip, sip, sip, sip, D-time
I just wanna pop, pop, pop, pop, D-time
Grew up in the trenches with that mask, they takin' challenges
Put 'em on and when he get on his feet, he'll get to vanishin'
Mask out when I get up off these drugs, they 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 told 'em 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 dropped some lean, now I'm sluggish
Do you love me? Loyalty, ooh-ooh
Do you respect me? Loyalty, ooh-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 GLA
I don't wanna rap and I don't really wanna be bothered
I just wanna sip, sip, sip, sip, D-time
I just wanna pop, pop, pop, pop, D-time, oh-oh
Oh-ah
Oh (Turn me up, Josh)
Let's find a better time to T up, f*ck 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
Have a foursome with some strippers, if I like 'em, turn to divas
You're 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-balled for a show
Now I'm the voice, I need two-hundred, I'll take one-fifty plus the dope
Take my chain, then you trippin', I got money, now I'm different
Nuski be there December fifteenth, that's why I really hate Christmas
Told his mama 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 GLA
I don't wanna rap and I don't really wanna be bothered
I just wanna sip, sip, sip, sip, D-time
I just wanna pop, pop, pop, pop, D-time
Grew up in the trenches with that mask, they takin' challenges
Put 'em on and when he get on his feet, he'll get to vanishin'
Mask out when I get up off these drugs, they 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 told 'em 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 dropped some lean, now I'm sluggish
Do you love me? Loyalty, ooh-ooh
Do you respect me? Loyalty, ooh-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 GLA
I don't wanna rap and I don't really wanna be bothered
I just wanna sip, sip, sip, sip, D-time
I just wanna pop, pop, pop, pop, D-time, oh-oh
Writer: Durk Banks, Joshua Samuel, Braylen Rembert
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Shouldve Ducked
(DJ FMCT)
Yeah, they told me I can't be around no gang members
Y'all got me f*cked up, nigga
I go everywhere with my killers, man
(DJ Bandz, oh, man)
Yeah, let's get it
Throw that mask on, when you jump out first you better blast (yeah)
We don't like slow shit on hits, them switches, fast (frrt, gang)
Ain't gon lie, the city hot with strikers, they don't last (turn up)
When you poppin' with your killers, you better check your gas (man, what?)
We don't party on other blocks, they f*ck with other opps (let's get it)
Then come 'round like you gang, that got your brother shot (brrah)
You say his name inside a song, that got your brother hot (let's get it)
Then leave him hangin' without a lawyer, that shit dumb as f*ck (pussy)
You come outside without your gun, lil' boy, you dumb as f*ck (dumb as f*ck)
Ain't no quick run to the store, they pop out, fire you up (brrah)
I told my PO through the gate that I get high as f*ck (I get high as f*ck)
She ask me how high do I get, I told her high as Duck (Tooka)
My brother told me get some property, I kept gettin' Glockies (gettin' Glocks)
I told him I only drink Wocky, he say I'm gettin' cocky (let's get it)
All them bitches wanna f*ck me, I don't give them money
One bitch thought I told her, "Yeah," I said, "You better block me"
He survived one to the head, but it f*cked up his body
You think he off a eighth of red the way that nigga noddin'
He don't even know 'bout drugs, he sell lean, Oxycontin
You tryna judge him off his looks, that lil' boy actually robbin'
Man, he talkin' 'bout, "Gang in this bitch" (why he callin', talkin' 'bout gang?)
He ain't get back for that one shit, man his gang ain't on shit (he still ain't get back for the gang)
Fo'nem posted up outside, Dracos hanging and shit (get the Drac' out let it hang)
Before he died, his ass a goofy, now he famous and shit (brr, brr, big brr)
I'm King Draco
Got my name off drillin', check the records, bitch (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
That pussy dropped that song about me, he get found without his dick
Send off a bag 'bout my lil' cousin, they fakin', death caught him quick
They made me mad enough, I spin through there myself, say the wrong shit
Might still sip when I get low, but I prefer Wock over Tris
F*cked up and let me in the door, I went fully on all the sticks
I'm Mr. Slime 'Em Out, I caught his backdoor unlocked on a lick (slatt, slatt)
Or Mr. Leave No Evidence, know my criminal book hella thick (on God)
You niggas goose, ain't got no gun
You in the way, your ass a dummy
I'm on my sixth Moncler this winter, I couldn't wait to get some money
My lil' nigga up four souls, he caught two dressed up like a junkie
They thought I was just rappin'
Lately, murder gang, that shit ain't funny
We like that murder gang, then come through, that shit ain't funny
I'm locked in with hunters, from the God, got killers 'round the country
I might don't even slime 'em out, just be yourself and stay 300
We get money Monday through Saturday, pray to Trey day every Sunday
My cleats tied up in the field, won't never hear me go out runnin'
Post up a pic look like I'm in LA, but the whole time I'm in Montgomery
I ain't tryna keep hearing about that shit you did, go get active again
It's either get ate on my side or f*ck the drops and go and spin
Three and O, we skunkin' shit, get one more kill, consider it a win
Beef with us won't never land 'til y'all get hit up with them pins
Can't come around unless you get a body, chopper, F&N
We caught one of them pussies drunk, he died before he dropped the Henny
Got 'bout ten whips in my garage and still don't know what to get in
Take all the emblems out the 'Cat, tint out the window 'fore I spin
Brr, tint out the window 'fore I spin
Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr (brr, brr)
Yeah, they told me I can't be around no gang members
Y'all got me f*cked up, nigga
I go everywhere with my killers, man
(DJ Bandz, oh, man)
Yeah, let's get it
Throw that mask on, when you jump out first you better blast (yeah)
We don't like slow shit on hits, them switches, fast (frrt, gang)
Ain't gon lie, the city hot with strikers, they don't last (turn up)
When you poppin' with your killers, you better check your gas (man, what?)
We don't party on other blocks, they f*ck with other opps (let's get it)
Then come 'round like you gang, that got your brother shot (brrah)
You say his name inside a song, that got your brother hot (let's get it)
Then leave him hangin' without a lawyer, that shit dumb as f*ck (pussy)
You come outside without your gun, lil' boy, you dumb as f*ck (dumb as f*ck)
Ain't no quick run to the store, they pop out, fire you up (brrah)
I told my PO through the gate that I get high as f*ck (I get high as f*ck)
She ask me how high do I get, I told her high as Duck (Tooka)
My brother told me get some property, I kept gettin' Glockies (gettin' Glocks)
I told him I only drink Wocky, he say I'm gettin' cocky (let's get it)
All them bitches wanna f*ck me, I don't give them money
One bitch thought I told her, "Yeah," I said, "You better block me"
He survived one to the head, but it f*cked up his body
You think he off a eighth of red the way that nigga noddin'
He don't even know 'bout drugs, he sell lean, Oxycontin
You tryna judge him off his looks, that lil' boy actually robbin'
Man, he talkin' 'bout, "Gang in this bitch" (why he callin', talkin' 'bout gang?)
He ain't get back for that one shit, man his gang ain't on shit (he still ain't get back for the gang)
Fo'nem posted up outside, Dracos hanging and shit (get the Drac' out let it hang)
Before he died, his ass a goofy, now he famous and shit (brr, brr, big brr)
I'm King Draco
Got my name off drillin', check the records, bitch (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
That pussy dropped that song about me, he get found without his dick
Send off a bag 'bout my lil' cousin, they fakin', death caught him quick
They made me mad enough, I spin through there myself, say the wrong shit
Might still sip when I get low, but I prefer Wock over Tris
F*cked up and let me in the door, I went fully on all the sticks
I'm Mr. Slime 'Em Out, I caught his backdoor unlocked on a lick (slatt, slatt)
Or Mr. Leave No Evidence, know my criminal book hella thick (on God)
You niggas goose, ain't got no gun
You in the way, your ass a dummy
I'm on my sixth Moncler this winter, I couldn't wait to get some money
My lil' nigga up four souls, he caught two dressed up like a junkie
They thought I was just rappin'
Lately, murder gang, that shit ain't funny
We like that murder gang, then come through, that shit ain't funny
I'm locked in with hunters, from the God, got killers 'round the country
I might don't even slime 'em out, just be yourself and stay 300
We get money Monday through Saturday, pray to Trey day every Sunday
My cleats tied up in the field, won't never hear me go out runnin'
Post up a pic look like I'm in LA, but the whole time I'm in Montgomery
I ain't tryna keep hearing about that shit you did, go get active again
It's either get ate on my side or f*ck the drops and go and spin
Three and O, we skunkin' shit, get one more kill, consider it a win
Beef with us won't never land 'til y'all get hit up with them pins
Can't come around unless you get a body, chopper, F&N
We caught one of them pussies drunk, he died before he dropped the Henny
Got 'bout ten whips in my garage and still don't know what to get in
Take all the emblems out the 'Cat, tint out the window 'fore I spin
Brr, tint out the window 'fore I spin
Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr (brr, brr)
Writer: Durk Banks, Maliki Decampos, Mohammed Bayoumi, Nomdo De Heer, Richmond Devonte
Copyright: Lyrics © TUNECORE INC, TuneCore Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © TUNECORE INC, TuneCore Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
When Im Lonely
(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it)
Me, I be sendin' them hunchos, straight to the county
They get out, I get 'em a gun store
I done been stuck in the trenches, I dance with the devil and I sold 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 they claim they love 'em, 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 come, why you gon' war over a bitch? Like it's 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 f*ck 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 their 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 a 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, I steady look over my shoulders
I'm beatin' my case with emotion, pass me the 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, what you mean he saw me?
I fell asleep with the Nina on me, these whole karats, Aquafina on 'em
Only The Family, that's all 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 lonely
Me, I be sendin' them hunchos, straight to the county
They get out, I get 'em a gun store
I done been stuck in the trenches, I dance with the devil and I sold 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 they claim they love 'em, 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 come, why you gon' war over a bitch? Like it's 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 f*ck 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 their 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 a 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, I steady look over my shoulders
I'm beatin' my case with emotion, pass me the 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, what you mean he saw me?
I fell asleep with the Nina on me, these whole karats, Aquafina on 'em
Only The Family, that's all 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 lonely
Writer: Durk Banks, Trenton Turner, Hagan Lange, Luke David Clay
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Every Freakin Day
(Tre made this beat)
(Ayy, pull up Lam)
(Ayy, Boss)
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, you know that she is bae
Gotta do a store run, she trick me with that long tongue
And she have me lackin', I went to see her and ain't have no gun
Say she bring her best friend, she tell me it's gon' be more fun
Only smoke that exotic baby, don't do shit make my nose run
She say it's my pride, I let them bitches in the way
Every f*ckin' night, we f*ckin' every freakin' day
Talkin' Gucci Pucci, I gave her slides and gave her shades
She come through around me, took off her wig, I seen her braids, uh-huh
Never been in love just ask my mama
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 f*cked her from the back then I ain't even put on my roster
She think she bougee, all that, I put her on my partner
Gucci, New York ballcap, feel like Brooklyn
Told her I can't lack but I'll do it all for the pussy
I told her she can get all that as long as she dish, hmm
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, you 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 liar
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 with a cold bitch
Rather die inside the streets instead of COVID
I'm freaky like you is
I'm tryna wipe you 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
Never leave my side, she'll never leave my ways
I can't even lie, you know that she is bae
Every freakin' night and every freakin' day
I wanna touch your body in every freakin' way
(Ayy, pull up Lam)
(Ayy, Boss)
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, you know that she is bae
Gotta do a store run, she trick me with that long tongue
And she have me lackin', I went to see her and ain't have no gun
Say she bring her best friend, she tell me it's gon' be more fun
Only smoke that exotic baby, don't do shit make my nose run
She say it's my pride, I let them bitches in the way
Every f*ckin' night, we f*ckin' every freakin' day
Talkin' Gucci Pucci, I gave her slides and gave her shades
She come through around me, took off her wig, I seen her braids, uh-huh
Never been in love just ask my mama
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 f*cked her from the back then I ain't even put on my roster
She think she bougee, all that, I put her on my partner
Gucci, New York ballcap, feel like Brooklyn
Told her I can't lack but I'll do it all for the pussy
I told her she can get all that as long as she dish, hmm
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, you 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 liar
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 with a cold bitch
Rather die inside the streets instead of COVID
I'm freaky like you is
I'm tryna wipe you 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
Never leave my side, she'll never leave my ways
I can't even lie, you know that she is bae
Every freakin' night and every freakin' day
I wanna touch your body in every freakin' way
Writer: Durk Banks, John Lam, Evenson Clauseille, Frank Dante Gilliam III
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, AUGMENTED MUSIC PUBLISHING INC.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, AUGMENTED MUSIC PUBLISHING INC.
Love You
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 naked, beat it up
Real power come with winnin', can't compete with us
Can't no one f*ck 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
Try to 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
Like my past my past, nah I'm sayin'? I regret it, oh
But I think we made for each other, oh
Feelings deep and you got bored
Secrets got leaked but I don't fall
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 and I'll take it off
Show me how you feel me
Feel up when you on E
You know how I'm runnin' (oh), oh, yeah (oh)
Oh, yeah, way you be touchin'
Bet you think about f*ckin'
The way I lick up on you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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 naked, beat it up
Real power come with winnin', can't compete with us
Can't no one f*ck 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
Try to 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
Like my past my past, nah I'm sayin'? I regret it, oh
But I think we made for each other, oh
Feelings deep and you got bored
Secrets got leaked but I don't fall
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 and I'll take it off
Show me how you feel me
Feel up when you on E
You know how I'm runnin' (oh), oh, yeah (oh)
Oh, yeah, way you be touchin'
Bet you think about f*ckin'
The way I lick up on you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh
Writer: Andrew Bonsu, Durk Banks, Jason Daxson, Sydny Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © GREAT SOUTH BAY MUSIC GROUP INC, TuneCore Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © GREAT SOUTH BAY MUSIC GROUP INC, TuneCore Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
I Dont Know
(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it)
I gotta stay off the 'Gram when the opposition DM 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 skeletons 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 to trust, I say it's all scary
I'm checkin' up on one of my dawg, 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 rumors he 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 my brother hopped out the streets, I'm like, "No he didn't"
Headshot, f*cked up memory
Perky pill, f*cked up kidney
Spin 'round, like, "Who did it?"
Fed call, free my niggas
The guard I 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 rumors he was snitchin'? I don't know
I gotta stay off the 'Gram when the opposition DM 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 skeletons 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 to trust, I say it's all scary
I'm checkin' up on one of my dawg, 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 rumors he 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 my brother hopped out the streets, I'm like, "No he didn't"
Headshot, f*cked up memory
Perky pill, f*cked up kidney
Spin 'round, like, "Who did it?"
Fed call, free my niggas
The guard I 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 rumors he was snitchin'? I don't know
Writer: Durk Banks, Trenton Turner
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Movement
(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it)
I be takin' all these pills to easy up my pain now
Lost so many niggas at a early age and I hate cryin'
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, f*ck 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 co-Ds, they're my brothers, they say, "No contact"
They said our name 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 say, "We movin' like a mob," but I tell them, "This a movement"
This shit in my flesh, nigga
Tellin' on your brother or your opp', you still a rat, nigga
I seen't the best with it
He grab the pen and a pad and I seen him make a mess with it
(Tell me what you want, when you're down, yeah, yeah)
(Tell me what you 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 Ebola
If my dawg get caught for murder, best believe I'm on it
If he tell, he'll tell again, he tryna get up on it (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 cove my mouth with fifty thousand every 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 say, "We movin' like a mob," but I tell them, "This a movement"
(Tell me what you want, when you're down, yeah, yeah)
(Tell me what you want, when you're down, yeah, yeah)
I be takin' all these pills to easy up my pain now
Lost so many niggas at a early age and I hate cryin'
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, f*ck 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 co-Ds, they're my brothers, they say, "No contact"
They said our name 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 say, "We movin' like a mob," but I tell them, "This a movement"
This shit in my flesh, nigga
Tellin' on your brother or your opp', you still a rat, nigga
I seen't the best with it
He grab the pen and a pad and I seen him make a mess with it
(Tell me what you want, when you're down, yeah, yeah)
(Tell me what you 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 Ebola
If my dawg get caught for murder, best believe I'm on it
If he tell, he'll tell again, he tryna get up on it (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 cove my mouth with fifty thousand every 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 say, "We movin' like a mob," but I tell them, "This a movement"
(Tell me what you want, when you're down, yeah, yeah)
(Tell me what you want, when you're down, yeah, yeah)
Writer: Devin Lamb, Elaye Slattery, Trenton D. Turner, Durk D. Banks
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Last Minute
(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 'around me, who been stayin' down
You a clown, move around
And ain't gon' like, '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 celly doin' a hunnid now
Been tryna pray last minute, he ain't listenin'
I'm feelin' love from these diamonds when they glistenin'
Know how you feel when you finally get attention
'Cause before, seems like niggas wouldn't listen
I got some fam' who just came around, they say they love me now
Seein' the fatherhood that we been on, they give 'em onesies now
And I heal the grudge with niggas I love, I give 'em money now
Baby mama drama got me rushin' to them rubbers now
Told his ass, "Stop lackin," but I caught him lackin' a couple times
When I think about 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
Lotta bitch niggas woulda been dead if I ain't humble down, oh (Gorilla on the track)
And I'm so excited
But I ain't gon' ride myself to a big indictment
I speak my pain off the top, that's why I quit writin'
Lil' bro died when he was tryna box, that's why I quit fightin'
Been tryna pray last minute, he ain't listenin'
I'm feelin' love from these diamonds when they glistenin'
Know how you feel when you finally get attention
'Cause before, 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
Knowin' I ain't have shit, but I'm the shit, yeah
Knowin' I ain't have shit, but I'm the shit, yeah
(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 'around me, who been stayin' down
You a clown, move around
And ain't gon' like, '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 celly doin' a hunnid now
Been tryna pray last minute, he ain't listenin'
I'm feelin' love from these diamonds when they glistenin'
Know how you feel when you finally get attention
'Cause before, seems like niggas wouldn't listen
I got some fam' who just came around, they say they love me now
Seein' the fatherhood that we been on, they give 'em onesies now
And I heal the grudge with niggas I love, I give 'em money now
Baby mama drama got me rushin' to them rubbers now
Told his ass, "Stop lackin," but I caught him lackin' a couple times
When I think about 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
Lotta bitch niggas woulda been dead if I ain't humble down, oh (Gorilla on the track)
And I'm so excited
But I ain't gon' ride myself to a big indictment
I speak my pain off the top, that's why I quit writin'
Lil' bro died when he was tryna box, that's why I quit fightin'
Been tryna pray last minute, he ain't listenin'
I'm feelin' love from these diamonds when they glistenin'
Know how you feel when you finally get attention
'Cause before, 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
Knowin' I ain't have shit, but I'm the shit, yeah
Knowin' I ain't have shit, but I'm the shit, yeah
Writer: Durk Banks, Giovanni Gardner, Joshua Samuel, Braylen Rembert
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Kanye Krazy
Tahj Money
(Ayy, pull up, Lam)
I f*cked up so many times, would you bless me again?
You went through what I went through, you would feel desperate to win
You got statements on your dawg, you a threat with the pen
Couple nights, I wrote strike, 'cause they was changin' the VIN
And I drink a ginger ale, that's what I take with my ten
I say this my last time then I'll take it again
Is you with me or you not but I ain't gon' say it again
Get a second chance with promises, don't break it again, oh
I'm goin' Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy
I'm goin' Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy
I'm goin' Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy
Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy, goin' Kanye crazy
You ain't got the answers, Sway
I be claimin' I'm the realest like any other day
The feds got him wearin' a camera inside his Cartier
Try not to bring up shit you did, you gotta concentrate
They don't think 'bout handcuffs no more, they tryna kill me
I won't put my trust in you no more, you gotta feel me
Bringin' all my K's, I had to seal it
Kanye crazy, but this the real me
I'm goin' Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy
I'm goin' Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy
I'm goin' Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy
Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy, goin' Kanye crazy
(Ayy, pull up, Lam)
I f*cked up so many times, would you bless me again?
You went through what I went through, you would feel desperate to win
You got statements on your dawg, you a threat with the pen
Couple nights, I wrote strike, 'cause they was changin' the VIN
And I drink a ginger ale, that's what I take with my ten
I say this my last time then I'll take it again
Is you with me or you not but I ain't gon' say it again
Get a second chance with promises, don't break it again, oh
I'm goin' Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy
I'm goin' Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy
I'm goin' Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy
Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy, goin' Kanye crazy
You ain't got the answers, Sway
I be claimin' I'm the realest like any other day
The feds got him wearin' a camera inside his Cartier
Try not to bring up shit you did, you gotta concentrate
They don't think 'bout handcuffs no more, they tryna kill me
I won't put my trust in you no more, you gotta feel me
Bringin' all my K's, I had to seal it
Kanye crazy, but this the real me
I'm goin' Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy
I'm goin' Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy
I'm goin' Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy
Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy, goin' Kanye crazy
Writer: Tahj Javal Vaughn, Durk D. Banks, John Lam, Lukas Payne, Sterling Reynolds
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Redman
Redman, red van
(Ayo, Bans, what you cookin'?)
Redman, murder man
Servin' bands, outta Xans
(Ayy, pull up Lamb')
Man down, oh
I ain't get a chance to tell you I love you, I'm tellin' you I love you now
And you gotta ride with your gun every time you outside in the Chi'
You ain't never had that feelin' in your stomach you gon' die
Don't too many niggas send money to that jail so I try
I know a nigga died with a name, couple of his niggas still ain't slide
All these niggas sayin' they gang, they ain't even did shit for the guys
Same way that Pluto died, we gon' do the same shit to the Y
Gotta eat, bitch I trust, went in my pants took some cash
How you know a nigga from your hood told you ain't try to put him on blast?
Man, Terry died in his sleep off fake Percs, I know mans
They come around 'bout bodies, gotta go blame niggas who dead (shh)
That same day my cousin died, I couldn't tame it with meds
They asked me where I'ma be in ten years, shit, I said, "The feds"
They asked me what I'ma do 'bout Krump, shit, he dead
I went to the emergency room and I seen Pluto on that bed
And they ain't gon' repeat that shit I said in my head, dead man
Redman, murder man
Homicide, red van
Shots fired, headband
Man down, man down
Shots fired, watch the homicide, ayy, ayy
Shots fired, that's a homicide, yeah, yeah
Shots fired, that's a homicide, yeah, yeah
Shots fired, that's a homicide, yeah, yeah
(Ayo, Bans, what you cookin'?)
Redman, murder man
Servin' bands, outta Xans
(Ayy, pull up Lamb')
Man down, oh
I ain't get a chance to tell you I love you, I'm tellin' you I love you now
And you gotta ride with your gun every time you outside in the Chi'
You ain't never had that feelin' in your stomach you gon' die
Don't too many niggas send money to that jail so I try
I know a nigga died with a name, couple of his niggas still ain't slide
All these niggas sayin' they gang, they ain't even did shit for the guys
Same way that Pluto died, we gon' do the same shit to the Y
Gotta eat, bitch I trust, went in my pants took some cash
How you know a nigga from your hood told you ain't try to put him on blast?
Man, Terry died in his sleep off fake Percs, I know mans
They come around 'bout bodies, gotta go blame niggas who dead (shh)
That same day my cousin died, I couldn't tame it with meds
They asked me where I'ma be in ten years, shit, I said, "The feds"
They asked me what I'ma do 'bout Krump, shit, he dead
I went to the emergency room and I seen Pluto on that bed
And they ain't gon' repeat that shit I said in my head, dead man
Redman, murder man
Homicide, red van
Shots fired, headband
Man down, man down
Shots fired, watch the homicide, ayy, ayy
Shots fired, that's a homicide, yeah, yeah
Shots fired, that's a homicide, yeah, yeah
Shots fired, that's a homicide, yeah, yeah
Writer: Durk Banks, John Lamb, Leonardo Soares Mateus, Malik Bynoe-Fisher
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Refugee
(Ayy, pull up, Lamb)
(2Ezzy on some other shit)
I'm poppin' a seal in Barney's
I'm signin' a deal with a sharpie
I went to sleep smokin' on a Backwood and I'm burnin' the carpet
I grew up in vacant apartments
They pressin' up pills, retarded
They don't even care if niggas steady dyin' from it they just floodin' the market
Off them drugs, I nodded
I'm with the killers regardless
Don't ask me why I gotta gun on me 'cause these niggas be killin' the artist
I fell in love with a darlin', they steady bringin' up charges
Went to sleep with my ankle monitor goin' dead, and I forgot to charge it
He come from the streets, the darkest (yeah)
Every day sleep with a Barbie (yeah)
He out of my life, he tardy (yeah)
Niggas gon' shoot, we ain't arguin' (yeah)
How you get killed when you partyin'? (Yeah)
The streets and the bitches my audience (yeah)
Look at my diamonds they ornaments (yeah)
Return the kill in a tournament (yeah)
We gettin' revenge, it's glorious (yeah)
The two F&Ns, I ordered it (yeah)
I'm lovin' that Urus, I ordered it (yeah)
She suckin' my dick, I'm recordin' it (yeah)
The police they call him notorious (yeah)
He did a line early (yeah)
I wasn't buyin' jewelry (yeah)
How I'ma bribe the jury? (Yeah)
I live in designer stores (yeah)
I drink outta Styrofoam (yeah)
He takin' them Percocets (yeah)
I hate that he died alone (yeah)
I'm leavin' them snakes alone (yeah)
I'm leavin' them fakes alone (yeah)
The homicides gettin' solved (yeah)
I'm leavin' them jakes alone (yeah)
Cut my homie off (yeah)
He a custo (yeah)
If I go broke (yeah)
Turnin' cutthroat (yeah)
We don't cut dope (yeah)
Can't save a slut though (yeah)
He got two headshots (yeah)
What he got rushed for? (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(2Ezzy on some other shit)
I'm poppin' a seal in Barney's
I'm signin' a deal with a sharpie
I went to sleep smokin' on a Backwood and I'm burnin' the carpet
I grew up in vacant apartments
They pressin' up pills, retarded
They don't even care if niggas steady dyin' from it they just floodin' the market
Off them drugs, I nodded
I'm with the killers regardless
Don't ask me why I gotta gun on me 'cause these niggas be killin' the artist
I fell in love with a darlin', they steady bringin' up charges
Went to sleep with my ankle monitor goin' dead, and I forgot to charge it
He come from the streets, the darkest (yeah)
Every day sleep with a Barbie (yeah)
He out of my life, he tardy (yeah)
Niggas gon' shoot, we ain't arguin' (yeah)
How you get killed when you partyin'? (Yeah)
The streets and the bitches my audience (yeah)
Look at my diamonds they ornaments (yeah)
Return the kill in a tournament (yeah)
We gettin' revenge, it's glorious (yeah)
The two F&Ns, I ordered it (yeah)
I'm lovin' that Urus, I ordered it (yeah)
She suckin' my dick, I'm recordin' it (yeah)
The police they call him notorious (yeah)
He did a line early (yeah)
I wasn't buyin' jewelry (yeah)
How I'ma bribe the jury? (Yeah)
I live in designer stores (yeah)
I drink outta Styrofoam (yeah)
He takin' them Percocets (yeah)
I hate that he died alone (yeah)
I'm leavin' them snakes alone (yeah)
I'm leavin' them fakes alone (yeah)
The homicides gettin' solved (yeah)
I'm leavin' them jakes alone (yeah)
Cut my homie off (yeah)
He a custo (yeah)
If I go broke (yeah)
Turnin' cutthroat (yeah)
We don't cut dope (yeah)
Can't save a slut though (yeah)
He got two headshots (yeah)
What he got rushed for? (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer: Durk Banks, John Lamb, Johnfrancis Mbatta
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Death Aint Easy
(Turn me up, Josh)
Alright, 'cause he really a ho
(Ayo, Vani)
Like, he really like
You know, he probably told him
Like you know when we came up in there
(Ayy, Young Cutta, turn up)
He got up outta there when we was in Cali and shit
We came, they tried to shake my hand with love
Like that's the second, I told him another time
Told him we 'bout to get on his ass
His ass be duckin' and shit
Who told me death is easy?
Who told me death is easy?
Like why you leave me?
Why you tell me?
Why you tell me that death is easy?
They ain't bleed like we bleed
Sheroid was a cool nigga
A real nigga, not a stoop pigeon
I hate J Money move loose with it
He the one that's out the roof with it (tah, tah, tah, tah)
He think he tough, you got your clip extended
Been on my own, I'm feelin' independent
I love you too but I don't know your feelings
You ain't gotta tell me 'cause I know the difference
I wash my pain away with painkillers
No new friends, I'm with the same niggas
Came from nothin', you see what fame get us?
They went to jail, took care of the main niggas
Baby mama realer than some day ones
I gotta stash the drugs whenever they come
I made "Dis Ain't What U Want" inside the basement
Stayed alive inside the trenches, yeah, I made it
What's-his-name would've been around but he hated
I fell off with my sound and they faded
Look at me now, I'm shittin' in they faces
Them billions close around, I can taste it
Bitches stealin' kids, they tryna take 'em out my testicles
I was f*ckin' strippers, I was actin' unprofessional
Lookin' at my son and I tell him, "I'ma better you"
And that shit we doin', we get caught, we goin' federal
I won't say it no more, you get Dior, you actin' sexual
All the opps unhealthy but I know a couple vegetable
Leave me alone, I don't wanna talk no more
And I found myself, I ain't feelin' lost no more
Good weed with the Coldarin don't make me cough no more
The reason niggas dyin', it ain't my fault no more
He don't love his block, he not a boss no more
He died off the pill, I don't wanna pop no more
Who told me death is easy?
Who told me death is easy?
Like why you leave me?
Why you tell me?
Why you tell me that death is easy?
They ain't bleed like we bleed
They ain't bleed like we bleed
They ain't bleed like we bleed
Alright, 'cause he really a ho
(Ayo, Vani)
Like, he really like
You know, he probably told him
Like you know when we came up in there
(Ayy, Young Cutta, turn up)
He got up outta there when we was in Cali and shit
We came, they tried to shake my hand with love
Like that's the second, I told him another time
Told him we 'bout to get on his ass
His ass be duckin' and shit
Who told me death is easy?
Who told me death is easy?
Like why you leave me?
Why you tell me?
Why you tell me that death is easy?
They ain't bleed like we bleed
Sheroid was a cool nigga
A real nigga, not a stoop pigeon
I hate J Money move loose with it
He the one that's out the roof with it (tah, tah, tah, tah)
He think he tough, you got your clip extended
Been on my own, I'm feelin' independent
I love you too but I don't know your feelings
You ain't gotta tell me 'cause I know the difference
I wash my pain away with painkillers
No new friends, I'm with the same niggas
Came from nothin', you see what fame get us?
They went to jail, took care of the main niggas
Baby mama realer than some day ones
I gotta stash the drugs whenever they come
I made "Dis Ain't What U Want" inside the basement
Stayed alive inside the trenches, yeah, I made it
What's-his-name would've been around but he hated
I fell off with my sound and they faded
Look at me now, I'm shittin' in they faces
Them billions close around, I can taste it
Bitches stealin' kids, they tryna take 'em out my testicles
I was f*ckin' strippers, I was actin' unprofessional
Lookin' at my son and I tell him, "I'ma better you"
And that shit we doin', we get caught, we goin' federal
I won't say it no more, you get Dior, you actin' sexual
All the opps unhealthy but I know a couple vegetable
Leave me alone, I don't wanna talk no more
And I found myself, I ain't feelin' lost no more
Good weed with the Coldarin don't make me cough no more
The reason niggas dyin', it ain't my fault no more
He don't love his block, he not a boss no more
He died off the pill, I don't wanna pop no more
Who told me death is easy?
Who told me death is easy?
Like why you leave me?
Why you tell me?
Why you tell me that death is easy?
They ain't bleed like we bleed
They ain't bleed like we bleed
They ain't bleed like we bleed
Writer: Durk Banks, Giovanni Rana, Henry Lotas-Sherratt, Joshua Samuel
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
The Voice
(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it)
Missed out on my kids life for a year and I gotta accept it
Certain days, niggas never came to my shows and I felt neglected
Growin' up, seein' my uncle dyin' in his bed, that shit made me reckless
Pourin' up and I ain't never sharin' my meds and I ain't bein' extra
And I paid like two of my niggas bonds before I bought a necklace
I done seen my brother stack his bricks up and it look like Tetris
Have a real shootout up on the e-way, you can't miss your exit
Told the bitch she can't hide the smell of my cologne, she gotta go change her panties
Take care of your family and them kids 'cause I'm too big on family
F*ck them fast cars, before that shawty 'nem was gon' slide in Camrys
I'ma give my lawyer an extra dub because it come in handy
Felt like I'ma vomit off this Perc' 'cause I don't take no
Voice of the hero
I'm the voice of the hero
Voice of the hero
Voice of the hero
See, I'm the voice, Baby, he the hero
Baby, he the hero
I'm the voice, but Baby, he the hero
But Baby, he the hero
I wasn't even tryna be no idol
I put niggas on, and all of the sudden they feel entitled
Put the barbers on 'em, you only get this kit when you got a title
I'm exhausted, I been workin' shift-to-shift, but I keep fightin'
Not my fault if I don't miss your likeness
And I'm still with Ced still
We the ones, for real, for real
I just got two hundred for a walk through, I'll still drill
High-speed chase in a Dodge Stratus, I can still peel 'em
I be tryna put on a smile for 'em but I don't really feel 'em
I just spent three-fifty on a Richard for the second time
I showed all my niggas in the trenches it's a better life
Never get too big for me to listen, I'll take your advice
I just told Durk, "We rich forever if we play it right"
Just keep on bein' the voice, I'll be the hero
And everything I got is a profit, started with zero
I can never turn my back on my apartment, that's where I come from
And I'm just gettin' started, relax, wait 'til I warm up
I done been to jail too many times, it feel like karma
Everywhere I sleep, I keep my stick, what I need an alarm for?
Police caught me in the cut, I had to walk out with my arms up
Ain't too big to pray last minute, I put my palms up
Yeah, flood my system with these Perkies
Took the bitch to eat out at Thirteen, she was squirtin'
I just cashed out on my bitch, Celine to match her Birkin
All this shit these bitches textin' me, just do it in person
Yeah, I might pop a half an Adderall, I don't like Perkies
Put the phone on DND, I'm somewhere, ain't no service
I just slimed a nigga out today but it was worth it
I switch cars like bitches switch they purses
I slow down on features, I do verses if they worth it now
This shit done got deep and, let's be honest, we can't work it out
Peeped that lately you been actin' funny, wonder what it's 'bout
This shit really in me, hope you never doubt it, on gang
Voice of the hero
I'm the voice of the hero
Voice of the hero
Voice of the hero
See, I'm the voice, Baby, he the hero
Baby, he the hero
I'm the voice, but Baby, he the hero
But Baby, he the hero
Missed out on my kids life for a year and I gotta accept it
Certain days, niggas never came to my shows and I felt neglected
Growin' up, seein' my uncle dyin' in his bed, that shit made me reckless
Pourin' up and I ain't never sharin' my meds and I ain't bein' extra
And I paid like two of my niggas bonds before I bought a necklace
I done seen my brother stack his bricks up and it look like Tetris
Have a real shootout up on the e-way, you can't miss your exit
Told the bitch she can't hide the smell of my cologne, she gotta go change her panties
Take care of your family and them kids 'cause I'm too big on family
F*ck them fast cars, before that shawty 'nem was gon' slide in Camrys
I'ma give my lawyer an extra dub because it come in handy
Felt like I'ma vomit off this Perc' 'cause I don't take no
Voice of the hero
I'm the voice of the hero
Voice of the hero
Voice of the hero
See, I'm the voice, Baby, he the hero
Baby, he the hero
I'm the voice, but Baby, he the hero
But Baby, he the hero
I wasn't even tryna be no idol
I put niggas on, and all of the sudden they feel entitled
Put the barbers on 'em, you only get this kit when you got a title
I'm exhausted, I been workin' shift-to-shift, but I keep fightin'
Not my fault if I don't miss your likeness
And I'm still with Ced still
We the ones, for real, for real
I just got two hundred for a walk through, I'll still drill
High-speed chase in a Dodge Stratus, I can still peel 'em
I be tryna put on a smile for 'em but I don't really feel 'em
I just spent three-fifty on a Richard for the second time
I showed all my niggas in the trenches it's a better life
Never get too big for me to listen, I'll take your advice
I just told Durk, "We rich forever if we play it right"
Just keep on bein' the voice, I'll be the hero
And everything I got is a profit, started with zero
I can never turn my back on my apartment, that's where I come from
And I'm just gettin' started, relax, wait 'til I warm up
I done been to jail too many times, it feel like karma
Everywhere I sleep, I keep my stick, what I need an alarm for?
Police caught me in the cut, I had to walk out with my arms up
Ain't too big to pray last minute, I put my palms up
Yeah, flood my system with these Perkies
Took the bitch to eat out at Thirteen, she was squirtin'
I just cashed out on my bitch, Celine to match her Birkin
All this shit these bitches textin' me, just do it in person
Yeah, I might pop a half an Adderall, I don't like Perkies
Put the phone on DND, I'm somewhere, ain't no service
I just slimed a nigga out today but it was worth it
I switch cars like bitches switch they purses
I slow down on features, I do verses if they worth it now
This shit done got deep and, let's be honest, we can't work it out
Peeped that lately you been actin' funny, wonder what it's 'bout
This shit really in me, hope you never doubt it, on gang
Voice of the hero
I'm the voice of the hero
Voice of the hero
Voice of the hero
See, I'm the voice, Baby, he the hero
Baby, he the hero
I'm the voice, but Baby, he the hero
But Baby, he the hero
Writer: Dominique Jones, Durk Banks, Ethan Hayes, Trenton D. Turner
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, AUGMENTED MUSIC PUBLISHING INC.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, AUGMENTED MUSIC PUBLISHING INC.
Backdoor
(Malik on the beat)
(Ayo Bleu)
No, no, no, no
Yeah, yeah, yeah
No, no, no, no
(Turn Me Up Josh)
Whoa, oh, oh
Them niggas act like they don't need us
They do everything we do and they wanna be us
Foenem takin' ecstasy, they tryna T up
He rather go and blow a bag instead of re-up
You weren't on that block when that shit was goin' on
I wasn't worryin' 'bout the other side when that shit was goin' on
And we don't hang with different niggas, don't ask us what we on
The only time we'll beat the case, you pull out camera phones
I used to draw out my name on the Styrofoam
I had to teach the grown niggas, right from wrong
Why the state had told the jury, "They tryna indict us all"
The lawyers got them affidavits, they better sign 'em all, hm
I had a bad bitch off the 'Gram, she let her tittes hang
She told Bans I bought her a Birkin, I told her anything
I always ride around with guns in that Bentley thang
We puttin' stickers on our drums, that's a city thang
I hate the niggas who be tryna switch the block up
I be with the killers who would change a nigga roster
I'm from the part of the city, watch your partner
You ain't did shit to same nigga who shot ya
'Fore you leave that door, gotta pick your Glock up
Can't nut in no more whores, I got that from my mama
Shuttin' down the stores, you do that with these commas
You had me at my lowest, I'm ridin' 'round with choppers
(Oh)
Close that backdoor, I can't get snaked out by my homie (no, no, no, no, no, yeah, yeah)
Close that backdoor 'cause I know that it's phony (no, no, no, no, no, whoa)
Close that backdoor, can't get snaked by my homie (oh)
Close that backdoor 'cause I know this lil' phony
That's a bet
I'm the voice, that mean Dee-Dee, he the threat
Don't get stretched, 'cause foenem tweakin' off the X
I know what happened to your homie, don't be next
He gotta get back for his block, I tilt my hat
I feel like I'm drownin', got this water 'round my neck
Cocky nigga throwin' ashes on Pateks
Went to the trenches, threw up the Treys on the mat (yeah)
They be callin' me, you hangin' where it's dangerous
I'm just slidin' 'til I rest, just for Uncle Raymond
All my sibling's kids know your uncle famous
I know this shit sound dumb and the strangest
In the trenches, I feel the safest
On the radio, shoutout Nephets
Did it off the love, but I gave 'em faces
(Oh)
Close that backdoor, I can't get snaked out by my homie (no, no, no, no, no, yeah, yeah)
Close that backdoor 'cause I know that it's phony (no, no, no, no, no, whoa)
Close that backdoor, can't get snaked by my homie (oh)
Close that backdoor 'cause I know this lil' phony
(Oh)
Close that backdoor, I can't get snaked out by my homie (no, no, no, no, no, yeah, yeah)
Close that backdoor 'cause I know that it's phony (no, no, no, no, no)
(Ayo Bleu)
No, no, no, no
Yeah, yeah, yeah
No, no, no, no
(Turn Me Up Josh)
Whoa, oh, oh
Them niggas act like they don't need us
They do everything we do and they wanna be us
Foenem takin' ecstasy, they tryna T up
He rather go and blow a bag instead of re-up
You weren't on that block when that shit was goin' on
I wasn't worryin' 'bout the other side when that shit was goin' on
And we don't hang with different niggas, don't ask us what we on
The only time we'll beat the case, you pull out camera phones
I used to draw out my name on the Styrofoam
I had to teach the grown niggas, right from wrong
Why the state had told the jury, "They tryna indict us all"
The lawyers got them affidavits, they better sign 'em all, hm
I had a bad bitch off the 'Gram, she let her tittes hang
She told Bans I bought her a Birkin, I told her anything
I always ride around with guns in that Bentley thang
We puttin' stickers on our drums, that's a city thang
I hate the niggas who be tryna switch the block up
I be with the killers who would change a nigga roster
I'm from the part of the city, watch your partner
You ain't did shit to same nigga who shot ya
'Fore you leave that door, gotta pick your Glock up
Can't nut in no more whores, I got that from my mama
Shuttin' down the stores, you do that with these commas
You had me at my lowest, I'm ridin' 'round with choppers
(Oh)
Close that backdoor, I can't get snaked out by my homie (no, no, no, no, no, yeah, yeah)
Close that backdoor 'cause I know that it's phony (no, no, no, no, no, whoa)
Close that backdoor, can't get snaked by my homie (oh)
Close that backdoor 'cause I know this lil' phony
That's a bet
I'm the voice, that mean Dee-Dee, he the threat
Don't get stretched, 'cause foenem tweakin' off the X
I know what happened to your homie, don't be next
He gotta get back for his block, I tilt my hat
I feel like I'm drownin', got this water 'round my neck
Cocky nigga throwin' ashes on Pateks
Went to the trenches, threw up the Treys on the mat (yeah)
They be callin' me, you hangin' where it's dangerous
I'm just slidin' 'til I rest, just for Uncle Raymond
All my sibling's kids know your uncle famous
I know this shit sound dumb and the strangest
In the trenches, I feel the safest
On the radio, shoutout Nephets
Did it off the love, but I gave 'em faces
(Oh)
Close that backdoor, I can't get snaked out by my homie (no, no, no, no, no, yeah, yeah)
Close that backdoor 'cause I know that it's phony (no, no, no, no, no, whoa)
Close that backdoor, can't get snaked by my homie (oh)
Close that backdoor 'cause I know this lil' phony
(Oh)
Close that backdoor, I can't get snaked out by my homie (no, no, no, no, no, yeah, yeah)
Close that backdoor 'cause I know that it's phony (no, no, no, no, no)
Writer: Braylen Rembert, Durk Banks, Joshua Samuel, Lachlan Gentle, Malik Byno
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Still Trappin
Von
Von (Go Grizz)
Woah (Hitmaka)
Von
This ain't OG, this shit smokin'
This shit Thrax for real (this that Thrax for real)
This that shit that have you chokin' and got Tooka killed (this got Tooka killed)
Niggas chasin' clout and claimin' bodies they ain't do for real
And my bitch got ass shots, but I promise that this strap is real (yeah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
This ain't OG, this shit smokin'
This shit Thrax for real (this that Thrax for real)
This that shit that have you chokin' and got Tooka killed (huh? What? This got Tooka killed, yeah)
Niggas chasin' clout and claimin' bodies they ain't do for real
And my bitch got ass shots, but I promise that this strap is real (damn, damn, grrah, grrah, grrah, uh)
Niggas ain't gon' shoot for real (uh-uh)
They ain't gon' shoot for real (ain't gon' shoot)
Call up Muwop, he grab his Glock and he gon' shoot to kill (grrah, grrah)
I hit his stains for real, uh
Niggas ain't gang for real, uh
Niggas go to jail and tell (uh)
I done seen hits from my cell (dead)
Bad bitch posted my bail, uh
Scream, "F*ck 12", uh (12)
All these bales, came from the cartel (the cartel)
They say I got mail (I got mail, yeah)
Who got nailed? (Who got nailed?)
That boy a trophy, I'ma put him on a shelf (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
This ain't OG, this shit smokin'
This shit Thrax for real (this that Thrax for real)
This that shit that have you chokin' and got Tooka killed (this got Tooka killed)
Niggas chasin' clout and claimin' bodies they ain't do for real
And my bitch got ass shots, but I promise that this strap is real (yeah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
This ain't OG, this shit smokin'
This shit Thrax for real (this that Thrax for real)
This that shit that have you chokin' and got Tooka killed (huh? What? This got Tooka killed, yeah)
Niggas chasin' clout and claimin' bodies they ain't do for real (yeah, it's Smurk, gang, gang)
And my bitch got ass shots, but I promise that this strap is real (damn, damn, grrah, grrah, grrah, uh)
I ain't gon' lie, that shit major
My hoes carry tasers (yeah)
When it comes to this lil' paper, my shit come in pages (for sure)
When I had to slow down off them drugs, I had to go through phases (for sure)
Even though we fightin' all them cases, keep them guns on stages (yeah)
Booka gave me X pills, told me chase it but I cannot take it (man, what? Yeah)
Why these niggas actin' like they real when niggas know they fake it
I can't take it
He a bitch, just ho his ass
Bro slide with a COVID mask (facts)
Last opp, he overgassed, smoked him (facts)
Goddamn, he got backdoored
Goose, goose, he over-gassed, dope (nope)
Loose screws, I'll buy they ass poles (gang)
Fool, fool, them chains for the lows (low)
Goof dude, he a stain, he don't know (bitch)
This TuTu smoke (dope)
Doo-doo, that deuce-deuce blow (go)
Boo-hoo, why you cryin'? You a ho (bitch)
F*ck you, now he mad, he ain't know (gang)
This ain't OG, this shit smokin'
This shit Thrax for real (this that Thrax for real)
This that shit that have you chokin' and got Tooka killed (this got Tooka killed)
Niggas chasin' clout and claimin' bodies they ain't do for real
And my bitch got ass shots, but I promise that this strap is real (yeah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
This ain't OG, this shit smokin'
This shit Thrax for real (this that Thrax for real)
This that shit that have you chokin' and got Tooka killed (huh? What? This got Tooka killed, yeah)
Niggas chasin' clout and claimin' bodies they ain't do for real
And my bitch got ass shots, but I promise that this strap is real (damn, damn, grrah, grrah, grrah, uh)
Von (Go Grizz)
Woah (Hitmaka)
Von
This ain't OG, this shit smokin'
This shit Thrax for real (this that Thrax for real)
This that shit that have you chokin' and got Tooka killed (this got Tooka killed)
Niggas chasin' clout and claimin' bodies they ain't do for real
And my bitch got ass shots, but I promise that this strap is real (yeah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
This ain't OG, this shit smokin'
This shit Thrax for real (this that Thrax for real)
This that shit that have you chokin' and got Tooka killed (huh? What? This got Tooka killed, yeah)
Niggas chasin' clout and claimin' bodies they ain't do for real
And my bitch got ass shots, but I promise that this strap is real (damn, damn, grrah, grrah, grrah, uh)
Niggas ain't gon' shoot for real (uh-uh)
They ain't gon' shoot for real (ain't gon' shoot)
Call up Muwop, he grab his Glock and he gon' shoot to kill (grrah, grrah)
I hit his stains for real, uh
Niggas ain't gang for real, uh
Niggas go to jail and tell (uh)
I done seen hits from my cell (dead)
Bad bitch posted my bail, uh
Scream, "F*ck 12", uh (12)
All these bales, came from the cartel (the cartel)
They say I got mail (I got mail, yeah)
Who got nailed? (Who got nailed?)
That boy a trophy, I'ma put him on a shelf (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
This ain't OG, this shit smokin'
This shit Thrax for real (this that Thrax for real)
This that shit that have you chokin' and got Tooka killed (this got Tooka killed)
Niggas chasin' clout and claimin' bodies they ain't do for real
And my bitch got ass shots, but I promise that this strap is real (yeah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
This ain't OG, this shit smokin'
This shit Thrax for real (this that Thrax for real)
This that shit that have you chokin' and got Tooka killed (huh? What? This got Tooka killed, yeah)
Niggas chasin' clout and claimin' bodies they ain't do for real (yeah, it's Smurk, gang, gang)
And my bitch got ass shots, but I promise that this strap is real (damn, damn, grrah, grrah, grrah, uh)
I ain't gon' lie, that shit major
My hoes carry tasers (yeah)
When it comes to this lil' paper, my shit come in pages (for sure)
When I had to slow down off them drugs, I had to go through phases (for sure)
Even though we fightin' all them cases, keep them guns on stages (yeah)
Booka gave me X pills, told me chase it but I cannot take it (man, what? Yeah)
Why these niggas actin' like they real when niggas know they fake it
I can't take it
He a bitch, just ho his ass
Bro slide with a COVID mask (facts)
Last opp, he overgassed, smoked him (facts)
Goddamn, he got backdoored
Goose, goose, he over-gassed, dope (nope)
Loose screws, I'll buy they ass poles (gang)
Fool, fool, them chains for the lows (low)
Goof dude, he a stain, he don't know (bitch)
This TuTu smoke (dope)
Doo-doo, that deuce-deuce blow (go)
Boo-hoo, why you cryin'? You a ho (bitch)
F*ck you, now he mad, he ain't know (gang)
This ain't OG, this shit smokin'
This shit Thrax for real (this that Thrax for real)
This that shit that have you chokin' and got Tooka killed (this got Tooka killed)
Niggas chasin' clout and claimin' bodies they ain't do for real
And my bitch got ass shots, but I promise that this strap is real (yeah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
This ain't OG, this shit smokin'
This shit Thrax for real (this that Thrax for real)
This that shit that have you chokin' and got Tooka killed (huh? What? This got Tooka killed, yeah)
Niggas chasin' clout and claimin' bodies they ain't do for real
And my bitch got ass shots, but I promise that this strap is real (damn, damn, grrah, grrah, grrah, uh)
Writer: Christian Ward, Dayvon Bennett, Durk Banks, Kevin Andre Price, London Jae
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Stay Down
(DY Krazy)
(Metro, Metro, Metro)
F*ck them other bitches who don't rock with us
Only five star shit, ain't no thots with us
Chanel round shades like binoculars
Diamond nose ring, they think Pac with us
I gave you every penny like Oscar
We gon' smoke a pound of Runtz at the Oscars
She f*cked on a hooper and a boxer
Came to my crib in his boxers
Knowin' me, I'm from the block, I still f*cked her
I came from Harold's Chicken to eatin' lobsters
Spanish bitch say, "Gracias"
Before I eat, I say my Fatiha
I need a Spider jacket, where is Thug?
I ain't playin', I got my Glock in the club
I break the Perc' just to give her a buzz
F*ck you if you ain't show us no love (show us no love)
This shit crazy
Hoppin' out the car, no photos, baby
F*ck around with you, I been throwed off lately
Heard shit through the grapevine
You want time, I'ma take mine
Gucci belt for her waistline
Say you down, gotta stay down
Otherwise I'ma make my rounds, no cap, yeah
I don't discriminate, I want a rich thot
Shawty showin' her pussy all on TikTok
Pussy drippin', Blueface it, gotta switch mops
Why you trippin'? Just give me all your attention
I be deep inside her stomach, make her guts talk
I don't want that quiet sex, I want that slut talk
Stop actin' like you don't wanna go to that Slut Walk
I half like you, so I went half on your butt shots
I can't be seen with you at stores, I gotta pull off
And we be f*ckin' with a condom, I damn near pulled it off
And you know I don't give no f*ck (no-no, no)
And I know that DY f*cked (no-no, no)
And I know that Metro f*cked (no-no, no)
They my brothers and I'ma still show you love
I'ma still show you love
This shit crazy
Hoppin' out the car, no photos, baby
F*ck around with you, I been throwed off lately
Heard shit through the grapevine
You want time, I'ma take mine
Gucci belt for her waistline
Say you down, gotta stay down
Otherwise I'ma make my rounds, no cap, yeah
I put you on the finest
I take you out shoppin' for diamonds
French Polynesian, courtesy of the plug
So much fun, nigga, shout out to Thug
Foamposites, make deposits, I just check stubs
Got the pocket rocket outside of the club
The "Whoa Kemosabe" Benz big as it come
If you love me would you tell me that you ride for me?
Keep it gangsta, would you die for me?
Let you shop, you go get all designer, yeah
Double up the Rolls, let you ride over here, money ties over here
Mob ties over here, I can load you down with supplies over here
We can rub you down, it's paradise over here
Motherf*cker, keep your eyes from over here
You can die from over here, yeah
This shit crazy
Hoppin' out the car, no photos, baby
F*ck around with you, I been throwed off lately
Heard shit through the grapevine
You want time, I'ma take mine
Gucci belt for her waistline
Say you down, gotta stay down
Otherwise I'ma make my rounds, no cap, yeah
(Metro, Metro, Metro)
F*ck them other bitches who don't rock with us
Only five star shit, ain't no thots with us
Chanel round shades like binoculars
Diamond nose ring, they think Pac with us
I gave you every penny like Oscar
We gon' smoke a pound of Runtz at the Oscars
She f*cked on a hooper and a boxer
Came to my crib in his boxers
Knowin' me, I'm from the block, I still f*cked her
I came from Harold's Chicken to eatin' lobsters
Spanish bitch say, "Gracias"
Before I eat, I say my Fatiha
I need a Spider jacket, where is Thug?
I ain't playin', I got my Glock in the club
I break the Perc' just to give her a buzz
F*ck you if you ain't show us no love (show us no love)
This shit crazy
Hoppin' out the car, no photos, baby
F*ck around with you, I been throwed off lately
Heard shit through the grapevine
You want time, I'ma take mine
Gucci belt for her waistline
Say you down, gotta stay down
Otherwise I'ma make my rounds, no cap, yeah
I don't discriminate, I want a rich thot
Shawty showin' her pussy all on TikTok
Pussy drippin', Blueface it, gotta switch mops
Why you trippin'? Just give me all your attention
I be deep inside her stomach, make her guts talk
I don't want that quiet sex, I want that slut talk
Stop actin' like you don't wanna go to that Slut Walk
I half like you, so I went half on your butt shots
I can't be seen with you at stores, I gotta pull off
And we be f*ckin' with a condom, I damn near pulled it off
And you know I don't give no f*ck (no-no, no)
And I know that DY f*cked (no-no, no)
And I know that Metro f*cked (no-no, no)
They my brothers and I'ma still show you love
I'ma still show you love
This shit crazy
Hoppin' out the car, no photos, baby
F*ck around with you, I been throwed off lately
Heard shit through the grapevine
You want time, I'ma take mine
Gucci belt for her waistline
Say you down, gotta stay down
Otherwise I'ma make my rounds, no cap, yeah
I put you on the finest
I take you out shoppin' for diamonds
French Polynesian, courtesy of the plug
So much fun, nigga, shout out to Thug
Foamposites, make deposits, I just check stubs
Got the pocket rocket outside of the club
The "Whoa Kemosabe" Benz big as it come
If you love me would you tell me that you ride for me?
Keep it gangsta, would you die for me?
Let you shop, you go get all designer, yeah
Double up the Rolls, let you ride over here, money ties over here
Mob ties over here, I can load you down with supplies over here
We can rub you down, it's paradise over here
Motherf*cker, keep your eyes from over here
You can die from over here, yeah
This shit crazy
Hoppin' out the car, no photos, baby
F*ck around with you, I been throwed off lately
Heard shit through the grapevine
You want time, I'ma take mine
Gucci belt for her waistline
Say you down, gotta stay down
Otherwise I'ma make my rounds, no cap, yeah
Writer: Jeffrey Williams, Rudolph Johnson, Samuel Gloade, Durk Banks
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Free Jamell
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
I hope his ass don't believe that rumor
I heard he was a snake, I wish I found out sooner
He left his killers, but I stayed and groomed 'em
But I hope he don't listen to that rumor
I turned him to a killer, oh-oh
Turned him to a killer, oh-oh
Turned him to a killer, oh-oh
Turned him to a killer, oh-oh
I gave you all I had and you just did me wrong
I can't f*ck with these hoes, they only like my songs
You know we keep that Henny in the styrofoam
And free my nigga Trell, I swear he bomin' home
Locked up inside the cage, but it won't be for long
These niggas talkin' shit, ain't put they people on
You know what time it is, you know we equal, dawg
I thought you was gon' ride, but baby, not at all
I can't believe what you had did
You really scarred a nigga, hurt me to my ribs
The way I am, the way I feel
Like it ain't too many that can keep it real
I'm with the gang, they used to pain
This .40 can't help you, you need Novocaine
Who ridin' for me? I don't even know
One day it all gon' show
I hope his ass don't believe that rumor
I heard he was a snake, I wish I found out sooner
He left his killers, but I stayed and groomed 'em
But I hope he don't listen to that rumor
I turned him to a killer, oh-oh
Turned him to a killer, oh-oh
Turned him to a killer, oh-oh
Turned him to a killer, oh-oh
Ooh, this shit not right, f*cked around and missed my flight
I went to Tootsie's twice, like I ain't have no wife
Opps said I'm ridin' 'round, they say I'ma die tonight
They tryna put me down, I gotta keep my pipe
But I gotta see better days, get a big check, gotta elevate
Had to throw my cup away, everyday I was sippin' on a cup of eight
Niggas wasn't with me from the start, niggas left me when it got hard
And I had my bro with me, but he caught a body and he got charged
He a killer, oh, pitiful, oh
Leave me alone, leave me alone
Asked the streets could they be my Valentine, but they tired of dyin'
They been killin' since '99, oh, oh, they tired of cryin'
I just wanna hit that road, I'm tired of flyin'
Tryna file your friends' kids, oh, make tax a crime
Umbrella-ella-ella-ella, ayy
He a killer, killer, killer, killer, ayy
Committin' crimes
I hope his ass don't believe that rumor
I heard he was a snake, I wish I found out sooner
He left his killers, but I stayed and groomed 'em
But I hope he don't listen to that rumor
I turned him to a killer, oh-oh
Turned him to a killer, oh-oh
Turned him to a killer, oh-oh
Turned him to a killer, oh-oh
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
I hope his ass don't believe that rumor
I heard he was a snake, I wish I found out sooner
He left his killers, but I stayed and groomed 'em
But I hope he don't listen to that rumor
I turned him to a killer, oh-oh
Turned him to a killer, oh-oh
Turned him to a killer, oh-oh
Turned him to a killer, oh-oh
I gave you all I had and you just did me wrong
I can't f*ck with these hoes, they only like my songs
You know we keep that Henny in the styrofoam
And free my nigga Trell, I swear he bomin' home
Locked up inside the cage, but it won't be for long
These niggas talkin' shit, ain't put they people on
You know what time it is, you know we equal, dawg
I thought you was gon' ride, but baby, not at all
I can't believe what you had did
You really scarred a nigga, hurt me to my ribs
The way I am, the way I feel
Like it ain't too many that can keep it real
I'm with the gang, they used to pain
This .40 can't help you, you need Novocaine
Who ridin' for me? I don't even know
One day it all gon' show
I hope his ass don't believe that rumor
I heard he was a snake, I wish I found out sooner
He left his killers, but I stayed and groomed 'em
But I hope he don't listen to that rumor
I turned him to a killer, oh-oh
Turned him to a killer, oh-oh
Turned him to a killer, oh-oh
Turned him to a killer, oh-oh
Ooh, this shit not right, f*cked around and missed my flight
I went to Tootsie's twice, like I ain't have no wife
Opps said I'm ridin' 'round, they say I'ma die tonight
They tryna put me down, I gotta keep my pipe
But I gotta see better days, get a big check, gotta elevate
Had to throw my cup away, everyday I was sippin' on a cup of eight
Niggas wasn't with me from the start, niggas left me when it got hard
And I had my bro with me, but he caught a body and he got charged
He a killer, oh, pitiful, oh
Leave me alone, leave me alone
Asked the streets could they be my Valentine, but they tired of dyin'
They been killin' since '99, oh, oh, they tired of cryin'
I just wanna hit that road, I'm tired of flyin'
Tryna file your friends' kids, oh, make tax a crime
Umbrella-ella-ella-ella, ayy
He a killer, killer, killer, killer, ayy
Committin' crimes
I hope his ass don't believe that rumor
I heard he was a snake, I wish I found out sooner
He left his killers, but I stayed and groomed 'em
But I hope he don't listen to that rumor
I turned him to a killer, oh-oh
Turned him to a killer, oh-oh
Turned him to a killer, oh-oh
Turned him to a killer, oh-oh
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
Writer: Darrel Gregory Jackson, Durk Banks, Jamell Demons
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Misunderstood
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 (let's get it)
You believe that rumor, you don't think that I'll take from you (oh, oh)
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 (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 2k for a new Moncler (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, f*ck around, gotta drop you off
Jail rumors that you snitched, f*ck around, gotta drop the call
Watch what I do in my raps 'cause everything we say go public (yeah)
Love my brothers to death, we can't fall now, we ain't had no money (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
You believe that rumor, you don't think that I'll take from you
Hunnid racks, all cash, if they play with you
My brothers fall out and they can't make me chose
He said he love me to death, April Fool's
Read the paper, said he was tellin' so I'ma take you to him
It's in my blood, this street shit in my blood
I say my life misunderstood
Why they ain't ever show no love?
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
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 (let's get it)
You believe that rumor, you don't think that I'll take from you (oh, oh)
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 (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 2k for a new Moncler (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, f*ck around, gotta drop you off
Jail rumors that you snitched, f*ck around, gotta drop the call
Watch what I do in my raps 'cause everything we say go public (yeah)
Love my brothers to death, we can't fall now, we ain't had no money (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
You believe that rumor, you don't think that I'll take from you
Hunnid racks, all cash, if they play with you
My brothers fall out and they can't make me chose
He said he love me to death, April Fool's
Read the paper, said he was tellin' so I'ma take you to him
It's in my blood, this street shit in my blood
I say my life misunderstood
Why they ain't ever show no love?
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Writer: Bryan Lamar Simmons, Durk Banks, Dwan Avery
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Not the Same
(Ah, G Fresh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I be happy when I rush into them bright lights
She gave a discount on her pussy for that fight night
I'm makin' love songs to the streets, make sure my mic right
Pop a Perky, Perky, bye-bye 'cause it's night-night
I told my brothers I can't change with all this limelight
He say I'm a snake, but that's the reason I say slime, right?
I put baguettes around my watch, make sure the time right
No face, make sure his casket closed, make sure he die right
No, no, talkin' to the po-po's a nah-nah
If he did, we comin' out the cut like ta-da
Brrah, brrah, force from that Draco make him cha-cha
Street nigga, I came from this concrete, it's my block
Lesson, this shit is a blessin'
I came up from nothin', I keep on progressin'
Reckless, I go off my actions
You snitchin', you infected, you let they ass finesse it, uh-oh
The streets will never be, the streets is not the same
The streets will never be, the streets is not the same
I talk about my past with a melody
I made it out the slumps with a felony
You let your homie die, that's what you tellin' me
My unc' a pimp, he let me sit down on his leopard seats
It ain't about me, it's about my kids, it's a legacy
I'm goin' to trial, so my lawyer keep preparin' me
I wasn't gon' grab that Lamb', but the streets kept on darin' me
And I'll kill 'em niggas dead, they think they scarin' me
Can't be no donor on my ID, that's important
Do so much drugs, I know it f*cked up all my organs
I know a couple niggas died for they Jordans
He a mass murderer, he tried to be like Jordan
Expensive lifestyle, every day I'm spendin' your mortgage
Looked at my past, like look at me now, this shit enormous
Looked at my past, like, why I was walkin' 'round with a Taurus?
Judge ain't try to clear me, I was tryna go to Bora Bora
See this shit, this my lifestyle
I just need a pill right now
I'm so high, just turn the lights down
I'm so high, just turn the lights down
The streets will never be, the streets is not the same
The streets will never be, the streets is not the same
I talk about my past with a melody
I made it out the slumps with a felony
You let your homie die, that's what you tellin' me
My unc' a pimp, he let me sit down on his leopard seats
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I be happy when I rush into them bright lights
She gave a discount on her pussy for that fight night
I'm makin' love songs to the streets, make sure my mic right
Pop a Perky, Perky, bye-bye 'cause it's night-night
I told my brothers I can't change with all this limelight
He say I'm a snake, but that's the reason I say slime, right?
I put baguettes around my watch, make sure the time right
No face, make sure his casket closed, make sure he die right
No, no, talkin' to the po-po's a nah-nah
If he did, we comin' out the cut like ta-da
Brrah, brrah, force from that Draco make him cha-cha
Street nigga, I came from this concrete, it's my block
Lesson, this shit is a blessin'
I came up from nothin', I keep on progressin'
Reckless, I go off my actions
You snitchin', you infected, you let they ass finesse it, uh-oh
The streets will never be, the streets is not the same
The streets will never be, the streets is not the same
I talk about my past with a melody
I made it out the slumps with a felony
You let your homie die, that's what you tellin' me
My unc' a pimp, he let me sit down on his leopard seats
It ain't about me, it's about my kids, it's a legacy
I'm goin' to trial, so my lawyer keep preparin' me
I wasn't gon' grab that Lamb', but the streets kept on darin' me
And I'll kill 'em niggas dead, they think they scarin' me
Can't be no donor on my ID, that's important
Do so much drugs, I know it f*cked up all my organs
I know a couple niggas died for they Jordans
He a mass murderer, he tried to be like Jordan
Expensive lifestyle, every day I'm spendin' your mortgage
Looked at my past, like look at me now, this shit enormous
Looked at my past, like, why I was walkin' 'round with a Taurus?
Judge ain't try to clear me, I was tryna go to Bora Bora
See this shit, this my lifestyle
I just need a pill right now
I'm so high, just turn the lights down
I'm so high, just turn the lights down
The streets will never be, the streets is not the same
The streets will never be, the streets is not the same
I talk about my past with a melody
I made it out the slumps with a felony
You let your homie die, that's what you tellin' me
My unc' a pimp, he let me sit down on his leopard seats
Writer: Durk Banks, Greg Tecoz
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O CAPASSO, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O CAPASSO, Songtrust Ave
India Pt. 3
(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it)
The way you snatched my heart, feel like you had it before
The way I kiss your lips, feel like I kissed you before
F*ck you from the back, feel like I hit it before
And I asked you for some anus, like you ain't did it before
Before me, I don't care who was before me
You lonely, now you ain't gotta be lonely
My baby, challenges, you know 'em, baby
I gravitated your love for the makin'
Baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, our marriage
Make sure you make a hundred Ms off cosmetics
When I decide to get you a ring, I'm gettin' all carats
And they sneak diss from fake pages, they all jealous
And when I do tell you I love you, it don't be small letters
And you gon' cuss a nigga out, tryna f*ck for some Margielas
I hate when you try to ignore me, they tried to say that you ain't for me
I had to figure it out on my own, I had to take you on this journey
Got my heart screamin', uh-uh-mm, mm-mm
Stop movin' girl, I'm bout to cum
I changed your life from the ghetto
You got me screamin' falsetto
Put you in that rose gold, take off that metal
Love when your landin', see you at arrival
"No Label", song wasn't for you, I need a title
Done f*ckin' these hoes everywhere, I need a bridal
She don't care to be around my boys
You concealed and carried my heart like a FOID
I don't want no different hoes like Floyd
Give you my last name, that's Banks, like Lloyd
I'm holdin' you down, you so used to clowns
Pop up unannounced, told me he a mouse
Told me don't give him pounds, told me he ain't allowed
Told me he ain't my crowd, it was true, so I'm proud
Make me proud
Make me proud
Make me proud
Make me proud, baby
The way you snatched my heart, feel like you had it before
The way I kiss your lips, feel like I kissed you before
F*ck you from the back, feel like I hit it before
And I asked you for some anus, like you ain't did it before
Before me, I don't care who was before me
You lonely, now you ain't gotta be lonely
My baby, challenges, you know 'em, baby
I gravitated your love for the makin'
Baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, our marriage
Make sure you make a hundred Ms off cosmetics
When I decide to get you a ring, I'm gettin' all carats
And they sneak diss from fake pages, they all jealous
And when I do tell you I love you, it don't be small letters
And you gon' cuss a nigga out, tryna f*ck for some Margielas
I hate when you try to ignore me, they tried to say that you ain't for me
I had to figure it out on my own, I had to take you on this journey
Got my heart screamin', uh-uh-mm, mm-mm
Stop movin' girl, I'm bout to cum
I changed your life from the ghetto
You got me screamin' falsetto
Put you in that rose gold, take off that metal
Love when your landin', see you at arrival
"No Label", song wasn't for you, I need a title
Done f*ckin' these hoes everywhere, I need a bridal
She don't care to be around my boys
You concealed and carried my heart like a FOID
I don't want no different hoes like Floyd
Give you my last name, that's Banks, like Lloyd
I'm holdin' you down, you so used to clowns
Pop up unannounced, told me he a mouse
Told me don't give him pounds, told me he ain't allowed
Told me he ain't my crowd, it was true, so I'm proud
Make me proud
Make me proud
Make me proud
Make me proud, baby
Writer: Durk Banks, Hagan Lange, Trenton D. Turner
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Coming Clean
You turn me on when you be shavin' off your pussy
Makin' that macaroni sound when it's gushy
She gon' give me the sloppiest head with her good teeth
And she love when I be off them Percocets when I'm munchin'
Snatch the condom off, goin' raw sex with it 'cause it feel better
Put my finger in her, when I take it out her, we just gon' lick it together
Audacity to ask me when I'm done with bitches, like when we gon' get it together?
Why don't these niggas be lovin' these bitches? Me and Runny hit 'em together
I'ma go buy the lil' bitches Celine bags, see ain't seen cash
When we sat down, she told me that it's more cash than it's more ass
She told me her ex-nigga ain't had no cash, she worked for DoorDash
He ain't even cash out on her birthday, he gave her store cred
Every day, you know I think about you
Can somebody tell that girl I love her? (Somebody, oh)
I'ma tell 'em I can't be without you
Can somebody tell that girl I love her? (Somebody, oh)
I'm just comin' clean, I was bein' mean, I ain't 'posed to be mean
I'm just comin' clean, I was bein' seen, I ain't 'posed to be seen
I'm just comin' clean, I know you ain't cheat, I was just bein' mean
I'm just bein' clean, I had another phone, I was just bein' clean
Drug sex, I ain't even had water, I ain't pop it yet
Drug sex, she callin' me daddy, I ain't her father yet
Drug sex, rich sex, puttin' diamonds on her new Patek
Cross-check, goin' in the stores, I ain't know the stat
Bougie, took down my number, you ain't even call me yet
Durkio, I ain't even gon' cap, my rich hoes call me that
Sad bitches, I ain't even gon' cap, I buy 'em all new baguettes
I'm buyin' prescription, I ain't even gon' cap, I ain't hit the Tooka yet
(Somebody, oh)
(Somebody, oh)
Every day, you know I think about you
Can somebody tell that girl I love her? (Somebody, oh)
I'ma tell 'em I can't be without you
Can somebody tell that girl I love her? (Somebody, oh)
Makin' that macaroni sound when it's gushy
She gon' give me the sloppiest head with her good teeth
And she love when I be off them Percocets when I'm munchin'
Snatch the condom off, goin' raw sex with it 'cause it feel better
Put my finger in her, when I take it out her, we just gon' lick it together
Audacity to ask me when I'm done with bitches, like when we gon' get it together?
Why don't these niggas be lovin' these bitches? Me and Runny hit 'em together
I'ma go buy the lil' bitches Celine bags, see ain't seen cash
When we sat down, she told me that it's more cash than it's more ass
She told me her ex-nigga ain't had no cash, she worked for DoorDash
He ain't even cash out on her birthday, he gave her store cred
Every day, you know I think about you
Can somebody tell that girl I love her? (Somebody, oh)
I'ma tell 'em I can't be without you
Can somebody tell that girl I love her? (Somebody, oh)
I'm just comin' clean, I was bein' mean, I ain't 'posed to be mean
I'm just comin' clean, I was bein' seen, I ain't 'posed to be seen
I'm just comin' clean, I know you ain't cheat, I was just bein' mean
I'm just bein' clean, I had another phone, I was just bein' clean
Drug sex, I ain't even had water, I ain't pop it yet
Drug sex, she callin' me daddy, I ain't her father yet
Drug sex, rich sex, puttin' diamonds on her new Patek
Cross-check, goin' in the stores, I ain't know the stat
Bougie, took down my number, you ain't even call me yet
Durkio, I ain't even gon' cap, my rich hoes call me that
Sad bitches, I ain't even gon' cap, I buy 'em all new baguettes
I'm buyin' prescription, I ain't even gon' cap, I ain't hit the Tooka yet
(Somebody, oh)
(Somebody, oh)
Every day, you know I think about you
Can somebody tell that girl I love her? (Somebody, oh)
I'ma tell 'em I can't be without you
Can somebody tell that girl I love her? (Somebody, oh)
Writer: DeAvonte Kimble, Durk Banks, Morgan O'Connor, William Keating
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Going Strong
(Tahj Money)
(Ayy, pull up, Lamb)
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 can't 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 stuntin' 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 head got shot, what's-his-name was runnin' with him
And we had got on what's-his-name ass 'cause he was f*ckin' 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 f*ck her with you (mm-hmm)
And this 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 actin' silly
I can't 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
(Ayy, pull up, Lamb)
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 can't 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 stuntin' 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 head got shot, what's-his-name was runnin' with him
And we had got on what's-his-name ass 'cause he was f*ckin' 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 f*ck her with you (mm-hmm)
And this 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 actin' silly
I can't 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
Writer: Allen Michael Kelly, Durk Banks, Frank Gilliam III, John Lam, Tahj Javal Vaughn
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Changes
Ain't no switchin' up on my niggas, man
I know what come with this shit
My actions speak louder than my words
I know the consequences of my actions, man
(M-M-M-Murda)
I done seen a lotta niggas change up
I done seen a lotta niggas change up
I done seen a lotta niggas change up
I done seen a lotta niggas changed up
Changed up, changed up (niggas changed up)
Changed up, changed up (these niggas changed up)
I done seen a lotta niggas change up (changed up)
I done seen a lotta niggas changed up
Came up, I seen niggas change up
Niggas out here in the field snitchin', givin' names up
And that block I come from I swear we wouldn't change nothin'
Just some young hot heads who don't really give a f*ck
If it ain't about money, then it ain't no nothin'
Just rolled another L, I'm 'bout to face another block
And my team don't take L's, I bet we give them out or something
And I'm having flashbacks it's like I've seen this shit coming
I done seen a lot of niggas change, I swear it ain't nothin'
Young niggas run around and they don't want no money
They gon' shoot anyway, get snatched don't know nothin'
Feds grabbin' niggas, watch they ass tell somethin'
L's
I done seen a lotta niggas change up
I done seen a lotta niggas change up
I done seen a lotta niggas change up
I done seen a lotta niggas changed up
Changed up, changed up (niggas changed up)
Changed up, changed up (these niggas changed up)
I done seen a lotta niggas change up (changed up)
I done seen a lotta niggas changed up
Let's get it
I done came up and niggas on the same stuff
Had to switch my circle up because that shit was dangerous
I say, "Change up," these niggas really change up
Playin' games with the gang, quickest way to get flamed up
I say flame up, like that shit be flame up
And I wouldn't change up, they can't change us
And all my niggas scrap, armed and dangerous
And all my niggas scrap, armed and dangerous
In the field we play for keeps and that shit that dangerous
See the police on speak, couple cases, got a beep
All my niggas in the streets and all my niggas ride for me
All my niggas in the streets and all my niggas ride with me
L's
I done seen a lotta niggas change up
I done seen a lotta niggas change up
I done seen a lotta niggas change up
I done seen a lotta niggas changed up
Changed up, changed up (niggas changed up)
Changed up, changed up (these niggas changed up)
I done seen a lotta niggas change up (changed up)
I done seen a lotta niggas changed up
I know what come with this shit
My actions speak louder than my words
I know the consequences of my actions, man
(M-M-M-Murda)
I done seen a lotta niggas change up
I done seen a lotta niggas change up
I done seen a lotta niggas change up
I done seen a lotta niggas changed up
Changed up, changed up (niggas changed up)
Changed up, changed up (these niggas changed up)
I done seen a lotta niggas change up (changed up)
I done seen a lotta niggas changed up
Came up, I seen niggas change up
Niggas out here in the field snitchin', givin' names up
And that block I come from I swear we wouldn't change nothin'
Just some young hot heads who don't really give a f*ck
If it ain't about money, then it ain't no nothin'
Just rolled another L, I'm 'bout to face another block
And my team don't take L's, I bet we give them out or something
And I'm having flashbacks it's like I've seen this shit coming
I done seen a lot of niggas change, I swear it ain't nothin'
Young niggas run around and they don't want no money
They gon' shoot anyway, get snatched don't know nothin'
Feds grabbin' niggas, watch they ass tell somethin'
L's
I done seen a lotta niggas change up
I done seen a lotta niggas change up
I done seen a lotta niggas change up
I done seen a lotta niggas changed up
Changed up, changed up (niggas changed up)
Changed up, changed up (these niggas changed up)
I done seen a lotta niggas change up (changed up)
I done seen a lotta niggas changed up
Let's get it
I done came up and niggas on the same stuff
Had to switch my circle up because that shit was dangerous
I say, "Change up," these niggas really change up
Playin' games with the gang, quickest way to get flamed up
I say flame up, like that shit be flame up
And I wouldn't change up, they can't change us
And all my niggas scrap, armed and dangerous
And all my niggas scrap, armed and dangerous
In the field we play for keeps and that shit that dangerous
See the police on speak, couple cases, got a beep
All my niggas in the streets and all my niggas ride for me
All my niggas in the streets and all my niggas ride with me
L's
I done seen a lotta niggas change up
I done seen a lotta niggas change up
I done seen a lotta niggas change up
I done seen a lotta niggas changed up
Changed up, changed up (niggas changed up)
Changed up, changed up (these niggas changed up)
I done seen a lotta niggas change up (changed up)
I done seen a lotta niggas changed up
Writer: Tavares Lamont Taylor, Durk D. Banks
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Lamborghini Mirrors
(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 pebble
F*ck with me and my opps, lil' nigga can't be in the middle
Conversations, countin' money, we would stack it in the middle
Had a dream we all shared but we prayed individual
Turned 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 caskets goin' down the Dan Ryan
Number one rule's 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, put 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 car when I play the field (on that field)
How the f*ck we 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 into us (ooh, yeah)
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 f*cked 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 Whitney died on bad terms, I wish we locked it in
I vouch to lose my life natural, not on the block again
It's one point we had fell of, now we at the top again
When I asked you, you said, "No", swear 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 dyin' 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 dyin' for you
(Real niggas never run they mouth, I'm in that category)
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 pebble
F*ck with me and my opps, lil' nigga can't be in the middle
Conversations, countin' money, we would stack it in the middle
Had a dream we all shared but we prayed individual
Turned 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 caskets goin' down the Dan Ryan
Number one rule's 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, put 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 car when I play the field (on that field)
How the f*ck we 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 into us (ooh, yeah)
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 f*cked 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 Whitney died on bad terms, I wish we locked it in
I vouch to lose my life natural, not on the block again
It's one point we had fell of, now we at the top again
When I asked you, you said, "No", swear 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 dyin' 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 dyin' for you
(Real niggas never run they mouth, I'm in that category)
Writer: Darontez Mayo, Durk Banks, Javon Reynolds, Joseph Leytrick, Junior Sinchi, Sidney Reynolds, Trenton Turnert
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
To Be Honest
(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 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 in San Fran'
I get called, I tell his best friends
Half the time, Margiela f*cked up my damn pants
'Cause you my buddy, your friends ain't none of my friends
I'm totin' them treys, but he ain't understand
He fell in love with her OnlyFans
The opps so goofy, his friends his 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 tab, it's actually goin' big
They got your statement, I say, "Am I gonna 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 momma 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
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 goin', I feel like I'm dyin'
And to be honest
And to be honest
(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 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 in San Fran'
I get called, I tell his best friends
Half the time, Margiela f*cked up my damn pants
'Cause you my buddy, your friends ain't none of my friends
I'm totin' them treys, but he ain't understand
He fell in love with her OnlyFans
The opps so goofy, his friends his 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 tab, it's actually goin' big
They got your statement, I say, "Am I gonna 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 momma 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
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 goin', I feel like I'm dyin'
And to be honest
And to be honest
Writer: Ayo Bleu, Durk Banks, Henry Lotas-Sherratt
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
The Voice is the sixth studio album by American rapper Lil Durk. It was released on December 24, 2020, by Only the Family, Alamo Records and Geffen Records. The album contains guest appearances from late rapper King Von, 6lack, Young Thug, YNW Melly, and Booka600. A deluxe edition was released on January 29, 2021, with twelve additional tracks. It features additional guest appearances from Lil Baby, Pooh Shiesty, and Sydny August.
The Voice is Lil Durk's final album for Geffen Records, as his home label, Alamo Records, was acquired by Sony Music in June 2021. Since July 2021, the album is no longer distributed by Geffen Records.
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Lil DurkThe Voice is Lil Durk's final album for Geffen Records, as his home label, Alamo Records, was acquired by Sony Music in June 2021. Since July 2021, the album is no longer distributed by Geffen Records.
Genre(s): Hip hop, drill
Released: December 24th, 2020
Year: 2020