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Lil Durk
Lil Durk
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Durk Banks
Durk Banks
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Remy
Remy
Producer
Will A Fool
Will A Fool
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But if I call you my brother that mean you my brother, know I'm sayin'? Nothin' more, nothin' less, family I been hearin' too many rumors in these streets, niggas tryin' kill us, rob us, all that But it be the niggas that been around us, know I'm sayin'? Or be around us, we ain't gon' slip up, we ten toes (Remy) Know I'm sayin'? Know we gotta make it out That's how they gon' get it (yeah-yeah) I get so high I put these drugs into my system I love you with all my heart, ain't no probably You choose yo' life over yo' son, that shit killed him I never asked you for anythin', just yo' honesty How you trade on me like that? I'm yo' family And she tried to chase a bag 'fore I had to leave But two wrongs don't make it right Get with yo' dawg and make it right We do pop-ups, had my back when I was locked up, I was Glocked up Niggas hate 'cause they can't stop us, no, no We was turnt up, gang war can't knock us Slidin' in 'em DMs, tryna slide up on the oppas, yeah I'm so nauseous off them drugs, too high off them Percocets Tryna follow behind my cousin, I wasn't focused yet We would rob the robbers, kill the killers, label us a threat Extort yo' big homie, like we from LAX I was so high, I wish I replied to LA text But we had jumped into them streets and made a mess I was dressin' my homies up for they funerals Holdin' on they OGs tight, they did the most Duckin' from investigation, tryna keep my reputation Give 'em my expiration, lookin' for inspiration Pray for my generation, fuck Trump, them bitches racist Bought 'Raris just to race it, yeah-yeah I get so high I put these drugs into my system I love you with all my heart, ain't no probably You choose yo' life over yo' son, that shit killed him I never asked you for anythin', just yo' honesty How you trade on me like that? I'm yo' family And she tried to chase a bag 'fore I had to leave But two wrongs don't make it right Get with yo' dawg and make it right Joke and laugh all day to stop from cryin' Keep my gun on me to stop from dyin' Can't listen to no rumors 'cause it block my mind Can't feed into that bullshit, ain't got the time I know what I did, boy, this life I enjoy Why you pretend, boy? This shit I live for it, uh-huh You was hooked on drugs, I was hooked on phonics Signed to the streets, I ain't never go to college Asked you for cash, you ain't never say you got it, damn But I gave you my last, yeah, and I'm the same nigga since last year I told my mama, "I can't go down for this case" Got the same lawyer, beat R. Kelly piss case State's attorney want me so bad, at the time I need you bad Told myself ain't goin' back, told myself can't go like that I get so high I put these drugs into my system I love you with all my heart, ain't no probably You choose yo' life over yo' son, that shit killed him I never asked you for anythin', just yo' honesty How you trade on me like that? I'm yo' family And she tried to chase a bag 'fore I had to leave But two wrongs don't make it right Get with yo' dawg and make it right (Remy) Yeah-yeah
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