Lil Durk Lyrics

Resume lyrics - Lil Durk

We sell liquid dope (gang!)

The weed man online (Let's get it!)

Damn...

I was deep in the field on this street shit

Late night I was starving ain't eat shit

Studio thinking hits, tryna get rich

Hanging with a lot of niggas that was counterfeit

I was too real tote a blue steel

Had a deal, had a deagle

No deal, I was breaking packs

Had to feed and go kill, post till I had M's

Then I had to go chill with a couple racks

I'm a real man

Studio 24 like a Laker fan

Street shit, had to take it in

One time out late I ain't take it in

I had to make amends

See you the red light

Creep on you with the red light

Strip a forty, getcha head right

I'ma side slide

Ion't know nothing I was on the road doing shows so bye bye

We're connected like WiFi

Ion't know shit I can't tell on my guys

Smoking on this spinach game, Popeye

And my niggas do a drill

Nigga up pipe call it show and tell

Light a nigga brain like emmit till

Do a drill, they for real, they'll kill

Going outside to these streets, yeah

This street shit ain't for everybody (no, no, no, no, no)

So I'm tell this shit to everybody (no, no, no, no, no)

So stay in yo lane (stay in yo lane)

You can't fit in with this crowd (nah)

Whats yo resume nigga? (what's your resume?)

You ain't no killer (you ain't no killer nigga)

I'm asking what's your resume nigga? (what's your resume nigga?)

I heard you ain't no killer (nah, nah, nah, nah)

Who with this street shit?

We was hugging them corners

Niggas snitching they informing

Street shit was important

Back then I couldn't afford it

Yellow ice bitch stone Jeff Ford shit

They see how he spending them forges

Tryna rob me M and place

With no face

I'm talking 'bout arm and hammer baking soda

If the block dry then I'm taking over

Police they take it I'ma make it over

Give me a brick and I'ma break it over

You ready, I'm ready

You with it, I'm with it

Let's get it, you talk but don't get it

Put D in that skillet

I'm tryna get millions

I'm tryna get rich

Shit rich

Talking drug money, blood money

I love money, I wanna hug money

What Your Life Like lyrics - Lil Durk

What your life like?

The streets is my hustle, I've been through the struggle

Where them people be with you, but they really don't love you

I'm addicted to sidewalks, I'm workin', no time off

Gotta gain that time lost

I'ma ask them niggas, tell me what your life like

Tell me what your life like, nigga tell me what your life like

Tell me what your life like, nigga tell me what your life like

You can't turn up on them social sites, thinkin' it's gon' be alright

Beef at 6, he dead by 6 o'clock, on the dot that night

Ain't easy where I'm at, why? Stick up man, he love that shit

Go to jail, she fuck your man, you write and call, don't love that bitch

I ride with too much auto-tune, I heard that shit before

This my life, I run my life, your life, I seen that shit before

My mixtape drop, I crash the site, don't be lurkin' after night

Shooters hungry and these snakes is bologna, that's their appetite

Welcome to these city streets

No gang related car crash, and he still won't get no money from these city streets

My crazy life, no YG

Ask the Lord, why me?

I know my name, it's on my ID

The streets is my hustle, I've been through the struggle

Where them people be with you, but they really don't love you

I'm addicted to sidewalks, I'm workin', no time off

Gotta gain that time lost

I'ma ask them niggas, tell me what your life like

Tell me what your life like, nigga tell me what your life like

Tell me what your life like, nigga tell me what your life like

They say the murder started after Ls, now my phone got shit to tell

Take it wrong, they got it after "Dis Ain't What U Want"

Nigga this ain't what you want, got that call, they cancelled 20 shows

That's money down the drain, I got kids, don't take it wrong

Fuck all this peace shit, I'm with this beef shit

Don't ask me to leave shit, if I do it won't mean shit

Like will I be rich? 10 years, will I be shit? After all I am the shit

Got the label all on my dick

Name my niggas' names in a song, police mask the face

I do it for the Vine not knowin' that it's buildin' case

Started from the building base, I got a bill to pay

Why the fuck these niggas steady hate?

The streets is my hustle, I've been through the struggle

Where them people be with you, but they really don't love you

I'm addicted to sidewalks, I'm workin', no time off

Gotta gain that time lost

I'ma ask them niggas, tell me what your life like

Tell me what your life like, nigga tell me what your life like

Tell me what your life like, nigga tell me what your life like

Why Me lyrics - Lil Durk

Yeah

Is it my jewels?

Yeahhh

Is it my car?

Is it my bitches?

Why Me? Why Me?

Somebody give me a good reason

I don't know

[Hook:]

Why Me? [x5]

I don't know

Why me? [x4]

I don't know

Why me? [x5]

I don't know

Why me? [x4]

Fuck, I don't know I don't know why she wanna fuck me now (I don't know)

Fuck, I don't know I don't know

Fuck, I don't know I don't know why she wanna fuck me now (I don't know)

Fuck , I don't know I don't know

I don't know, I don't know

Why she wanna fuck I don't know

Might even be for the clothes or the bands for the rolls

Might be the bottles and the bottles in the club we go

Why Me?

Cause I got on spikes no Nike

Every pic that I got she be liking (yeah)

That's how I know that she like me

Why you got a name on your eye?

Cause he don't supposed to be here (abortion)

Why you like to go through my phone no porsches, cause the voices

I don't know why, Is it cause I'm from the Chi?

Or the 4s that I put on the ride or the 4s that I pour on the ice?

I don't know

All I know that I can't lose

Bang Bro your ho so we came too

So we can't lose

So why me?

I don't know [x5]

All i know that she just wanna fuck

[Hook:]

Why Me? [x5]

I don't know

Why me? [x4]

I don't know

Why me? [x5]

I don't know

Why me? [x4]

Fuck, I don't know I don't know why she wanna fuck me now (I don't know)

Fuck, I don't know I don't know

Fuck, I don't know I don't know why she wanna fuck me now (I don't know)

Fuck , I don't know I don't know

Louie or Gucci? I don't know

American or foreign? I don't know

The streets, but it's money promoters is throwing

I don't know

These bitches be tripping [?]

I'ma chase a bag

Ghetto (Grew Up) lyrics - Lil Durk (feat. Hypno Carlito)

Ghetto, yeah I grew up in the ghetto

Let's get it

L's

[Hook - Lil Durk:]

(I grew up like that)

Nothing to eat, nowhere to sleep, nowhere to go

People to meet, I'm from these streets

(I grew up like that)

Steady going to funerals, steady going to interviews

Not going too far, so I stick to the wall

(I grew up like that)

I grew up in the ghetto

Where niggas don't make it out like that

(I grew up like that)

I grew up in the ghetto

Where my niggas don't make it out like that

[Verse 1 - Lil Durk:]

I grew up with fam

I grew up with niggas that call me fam

I grew up with niggas who state they man

I grew up with niggas who got in that jam

I grew up with niggas doing life in the can

One time, fighting for land

But I grew up in the ghetto

Times I ain't eat nun, go to school just to eat lunch

No kid watching re-runs, wake up doing re-runs

My momma, my opponent (let's get it)

These millions I'm on it

And I gotta eat nigga

On the corners everyday with the lights out

Walk in broad day with the pipes out

Waking up middle night with the lights out

So why these niggas faking?

I pray to God that I make it

I tell my momma I can't take it (the ghetto)

[Hook - Lil Durk]

[Verse 2 - Hypno Carlito:]

C-C-Came up in the ghetto

People tell me keep my head up my whole life

If I didn't have nothing, I'm fed up

B-B-Bitches out here, just shut up

Rest in peace my lil shawty

I promise I wish I could write you a letter

And I miss you momma

I trap like it's life because no one is promised tomorrow

Pray to my father

Lord forgive me for sins I committed

But this is the way that we living

Why can't no one see my vision?

Remember the basement, remember my aunty would beat me because of the dishes

Couldn't wait to get grown, say to myself when I make it I'm gone from you bitches

[Bridge:]

Even though a nigga tryna make it out I still got love for the (ghetto [x3])

I can't change, I was raised in the (ghetto [x3])

Made me who I am and I love the (ghetto [x3])

[Hook - Lil Durk]

(I grew up in the ghetto)

Why they faking, why they faking?

Remember My Name lyrics - Lil Durk (feat. King Popo)

[King Popo:]

Don't forget about me

This bigger than money, this bigger than fame

Remember everything that I did to get where I'm at

Please don't take it from me

Said I wouldn't change

I'm still the same, and they love it

You can hate me or love me

But I bet you remember, I bet you remember

Remember my name

[Lil Durk:]

They never remember

I did time for a gun, that I never remember

Did time with my son been delivered

I cried tears, I couldn't show em my position

No sleep in the hallways

Me being me sipping lean with a 30 like always

Couldn't afford trues now I sleep with Versace and Balmain

Then I hit the streets with lights on

Still slept with the rats and the cockroaches

Lost niggas , I lost bitches, I lost time

But I'm back on the block though

Gang with me also but its bigger than money

Every car is vellano

They say I won't make it

Now they favor, I got 20 to play with

Grew up on Chicago South side, where you get killed if you outside

And I made it out, and I'm outside

Name hold weight like a motherfucker

And I love my niggas like blood brothers

Same niggas, same gang can't change on em

War time, no movie, but I bet that clip gon' hangover

[King Popo:]

Don't forget about me

This bigger than money, this bigger than fame

Remember everything that I did to get where I'm at

Please don't take it from me

Said I wouldn't change

I'm still the same, and they love it

You can hate me or love me

But I bet you remember, I bet you remember

Remember my name

[Lil Durk:]

Real street nigga, made it from the bottom

Coming up as a kid niggas gave him nothing

12 years old knew I was a problem

All I wanted was money and the fame

Cars, cribs, and bitches wouldn't name

I can't change for nothing in this world

Lord blessed me two boys and a girl

Two dead cause I lost to this world

Crossed over like Flo Rida

Only my squad they both sliding

Money and power they both riding

Caught him and him and they both sliding

Trap house, block party, niggas doing the same shit

They got nothing

And niggas try me and that Mac bust

And they remember my name

[King Popo:]

Don't forget about me

This bigger than money, this bigger than fame

Remember everything that I did to get where I'm at

Please don't take it from me

Said I wouldn't change

I'm still the same, and they love it

You can hate me or love me

But I bet you remember, I bet you remember

Remember my name

mixtape: Signed To The Streets 2 (2014)

Ready For Em lyrics - Lil Durk

They hate all my niggas, they hate that I'm breathing

Shoutout to my squad, ya feel me? OTF Gang

Is it true you got shooters hangin' out the roof?

I'm just tryna' to do what I spit in the booth

Free Dada & Bodo, shooters on the loose

On the block earn stripes, squad full of troops

Call Zoo, he be ready every time I do

Shot clock but he ready every time to shoot

Ops route for a diss I just give 'em shots

I gotta chill cause the police posted on the block

D'Thang say we hot but it's easy to flop

I call Rod ‘cause he easy with mop

Niggas hating, just give my prop

Niggas say that I'm dumb when they see me with thots

But I tell 'em like, I can't get better with bitches

I’m so fed up with these snitches, smoke one for Pluto

I'mma put grass in these Swishers

And step on these pipes with my niggas, they killin' my prime

Bitches, they killin' my vibe

IG full of money but they askin' for rides

Not me, ask one of my guys

I kill for one of my guys, free bro from the drive

Remember them days I was starvin'

Empty stomach, no car, no money

These niggas be tweakin' that's why I got shooters on dummy

Let's get it

[Lennox:]

You want bombaclad war? hm? hm?

You wanna ramp wit me?

[gunshots]

Come on me say!

Me shot 61 people for fun!

Who want test me?

Come on, come on!

Do you know who ya bombaclad ramp wit?

You don’t know me, I’m the original Jamaican dandatta!

You understand, Jamaican Rude Boy!

Got Broski on point like Kyrie

Don’t fear no man that can die like me

I done dodged doin' hits

I dodged my momma told me get out Dodge, I can't sleep

I can't mob, cause I’m in too deep

It’s to the point where my nigga only kin to me

Fuck a homie cause a homie don't think like Tony

Montana cause the chopper for shorty, ohh

Lost J-Money and Tay, shit happen

No Drake, but nigga we made it

Called Dede he ready, he slingin' impatient, got killers like Hatians

I land in Miami, call Dada, we go and take off to Lil Haiti

Got shooters on shooters who shoot to kill shooters, ain’t talkin' no navy

Sneak dissin' on the squad, we send shots at that boy and Broski be facin'

Pillowtalkin' to bitches, I see if she bad, but nigga she basic

I ain't hearin' 'bout niggas, and I ain't worried 'bout niggas

Street sweepers, hit the streets up, and I care ‘bout a nigga, let’s get it

Ten Four lyrics - Lil Durk

Y'all say you got Fredo and Reese on camera

How did y'all get my info?

Hello? Who is this? (you been the one that we in to)

I don't sell drugs, I ain't a plug

My background from y'all was plenty of guns

(You with the folks, and you ball cause I seen your ass on plenty of runs)

Mama called, said cops kicked the door

Not lookin' for me lookin' for bro

That Phantom y'all had came back stolen

In the trunk three sets, 36 over

Thirty bricks, pure shit no remix

Address came back to her shit

You a striker, three strikes, he out and it ain't no fight

Call cell partner why?

Hit 9 with a manslaughter, damn

And his bond two million dollars flat, I don't care cause I'mma make it right back

And the feds they all on my back

Turned that street money into rap

And these niggas trippin', these niggas bitchin'

Got em all in your trap

Nah!

First 48 that's a homi, had 40, had Tommy

Two flats got my zombie, one flat that's a body

In my mind smoke Bobby, we ain't a gang we a family

Niggas wearin' "oh my", niggas spray and niggas die

Phone tapped up, niggas say Durk nigga when they jam up

Call Freddie, bring the pounds up

Built 300 from the ground up, one time do we round up

Ice niggas doin' five months

I'm leaning dry like I'm smoking five blunts

I can have all the bricks I want

I can have all the guns I want

Niggas tell but I want

Out of sight, out of mind

Head shots then I'm out of town

Pull a tec if you out of bounds

Whole hood let a hundred rounds

Now he dead, now he underground

You ain't a star nigga you underground

Everybody know he runnin' wild, everybody know I'm a problem child

Let's get it!

War Wit Us lyrics - Lil Durk

How you want war and you ain't eating?

What they gon' do if you ain't breathing?

Bodies back to back, bitch we ain't even

Bitch I'm in that pussy cause I'm so conceited

Word around town that you sneak dissing

Bullets must be blank cause they keep missing

Face up on that flyer if you want attention

You just want some fame boy you ain't in it

Better get to ducking if my name's mentioned

I hopped into that foreign, bitch I'm lane switching

And bitch I'm OTF and I ain't switching

Niggas see I'm hot and they want me gone

I heard his ass was singing like he OVO

Bitch go cop a Rollie not a rodeo

And when we in the building it's a rollie show

And I be sipping lean while they smoking dope

[Chorus:]

War with us, they don't want war with us

Them bullets go bang, bitch them bullets go bang

No war with us, they don't want no war with us

Them bullets go bang, bitch them bullets go bang

And you can't hang with my niggas

Cause where we hang all we do is bang

No war with us, they don't want no war with us

Them bullets go bang, bitch them bullets go bang

Nigga talking 'bout that we got beef

Know a couple shooters posted over East

Broski got the 30 broski like to tweak

See me he don't say shit but he go and tweet

Put me in that jam I don't know shit

He ain't have a hit since '06

Niggas holding weight, get they door kicked

Spent 1500 dollars on these low kicks

Broke niggas always fuck with broke bitches

Master P with my shooters, they ain't go no limits

You can't hang around me and be my co defendant

Way broski flipping bricks he should be a gymnast

A gymnast in the kitchen, we cookin, we cookin, we cookin, let's get it

808 in that clip go bang

All white Panamera, cocaine

If he tryna rob then we get his brain

[Chorus]

Rumors lyrics - Lil Durk

[Hook:]

Ain’t a killer, don’t push me

I know a lot of killas pussy

And I see them niggas looking

Killers stay around me nigga

I’m hearing all the rumors

I stay around shooters

All my niggas, they do this

Ain’t a killer, don’t push me nigga

Ain’t a killer, don’t push me nigga

I’m hearing all these rumors

Ain’t a killer, don’t push me nigga

These niggas ain’t loyal, these niggas ain’t for you

Spreading rumors, these niggas don’t love you

These niggas act real, these niggas talk guns

Never let the MAC squeal, I know my niggas will

Cause they ready for it

Tell Sosa we got it for em

30 shot clip, Imma give it to em

Never got my shit snatched, you ain’t get your bitch back

Run up on em, give me that nigga

See me in that Jag, what you looking at

Niggas see me ride past royals looking at

You the shit back then, now you looking back

Shooters on deck, but you splint lag

While theses drugs spin back, we ain’t playing fair

Hard as Chiraq, you ain’t coming here

Diss me, I don’t care where you from nigga

Niggas ain’t welcome here

Seen killers, tell killer and they rat

I don’t know shit, what happened

Applause on sight, niggas cocked

Bricks for the low, then I tax

And I do what I rap niggas

And I don’t fuck with these rap niggas

So you better adapt nigga

What you talking about nigga?

[Hook]

Shoot out 10 nights tryna point nothing

We just point, ain’t a killer but don’t push me nigga

Tryna rob, shooters at his top, shooters on the block

Shooters all I got in the bushes nigga

Act up, we gon whack something

Front me ten bricks and won’t bring him back nothing

Feed the whole squad Imma give my squad some

You won’t get your squad none

Chopper with bosses, went iced out the cross

Guns in the attic, got coke in the closet

And we ready for war, and we at your door

All of these niggas act like they my niggas

These niggas ain’t with us

These niggas ain’t killers

So who pushed em?

[Hook]

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