The Voice Album Lyrics by Lil Durk


Lil Durk Lyrics

The Voice Lyrics
(Lyrics to the Full Album on one page)

Redman

Oh, redman, red van
(Ayo, Bans, what you cookin'?)
Redman, murder man
Servin' bands, outta Xans
(Ayy, pull up, Lam)
Man down, oh, oh

[Verse]
I ain't get the 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 say that 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 and you ain't tryna put him on blast?
Man, Terry died in his sleep off fake Percs, not no meds
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 ask me where I'ma be in ten years, shit, I said, "The feds"
They ask me what I'ma do about ****, shit, he dead
I went to the emergency room and I seen Pluto on that bed
And I ain't gon' repeat that shit I said in my head, dead man

[Chorus]
Redman, murder man
Homicide, red van
Shots fired, headband
Man down, man down

[Post-Chorus]
Shots fired, was a 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



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Refugee

(Ayy, pull up, Lam)
(2Ezzy on some other shit)

I'm poppin' a seal in Barneys
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 got a gun on me 'cause these niggas be killin' the artists
I fell in love with a darlin'
They steady bringin' up charges
I went to sleep with my anklе monitor goin' dead and I forgot to charge it
He comе 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)
We turn a killin' to tournament (Yeah)
We get a revenge, it's glorious (Yeah)
The two F&N's, 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



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Death Ain't 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, then he tried to shake my hand and left
Like that's the second, I told him another time
I told you, "Melly 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 heard J-Money move loose with it
He the one that's out the roof with it (bah, bah, bah, bah)
He think he tough, you got your clip extended
Been on my own, I'm finna 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 jailm 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



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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 shaked at 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 shaked at 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 shaked at 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)



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Still Trappin

[King Von]
Von
Von (Go Grizz)
Huh, huh, yeah (Go, Hitmaka)
Von

[King Von]
This ain't OG, this just smoke and this shit Thrax for real (This that Thrax for real)
This that shit that have you chokin' and it got Tooka killed (It got Tooka killed, uh)
Niggas chasin' clout and claimin' bodies they ain't do for real (Huh? What? Who? Huh? Damn, damn)
And my bitch got ass shots, but I promise that this strap is real (Ayy, grrah, grrah, grrah)
This ain't OG, this just smoke and this shit Thrax for real (This that Thrax for real)
This that shit that have you chokin' and it got Tooka killed (It got Tooka killed, damn, huh?)
Niggas chasin' clout and claimin' bodies they ain't do for real (Damn, huh?)
And my bitch got ass shots, but I promise that this strap is real (Damn, damn, grrah, grrah, grrah)

[King Von]
Niggas ain't gon' shoot for real (Uh-uh)
They ain't gon' shoot for real (They ain't gon' shoot)
Call up Muwop, he grab his Glock (I call) and he gon' shoot to kill (Grrah, grrah)
I done hit stains for real, uh (Huh? What?)
Niggas ain't gang for real, uh (Huh? What?)
Niggas go to jail and tell (Huh?)
I done sent hits from my cell, damn (Yeah)
Bad bitch posted my bail, uh (Uh-huh)
Scream, "F*ck 12," uh (12)
All these bales (F*ck) came from the cartel (The cartel)
They say I got mail, damn (I got mail, yeah)
Who got nailed? (Who got nailed, huh?)
That boy a trophy (What?), I'ma put him on the shelf (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

[King Von & Lil Durk]
This ain't OG, this just smoke and this shit Thrax for real (This that Thrax for real)
This that shit that have you chokin' and it got Tooka killed (It got Tooka killed)
Niggas chasin' clout and claimin' bodies they ain't do for real (Huh? What? Who? Huh? Damn, damn)
And my bitch got ass shots, but I promise that this strap is real (Yeah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
This ain't OG, this just smoke and this shit Thrax for real (This that Thrax for real)
This that shit that have you chokin' and it got Tooka killed (Huh? What? It got Tooka killed, yeah)
Niggas chasin' clout and claimin' bodies they ain't do for real (Yeah, it's Murk)
And my bitch got ass shots, but I promise that this strap is real (Damn, damn, gang, gang, grrah, grrah, grrah, huh)

[Lil Durk]
I ain't gon' lie, that lil' 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, yeah, yeah, what?)
Booka gave me X pills, told me chase it, but I cannot take it (Yeah)
Why these niggas actin' like they real when niggas know they fakin'? (Niggas fakin')
I can't take it
He a bitch, just ho his ass
Bro slide with a COVID mask (Facts)
Last opp, he overgassed (Facts), smoke
Goddamn, he got backdoored
Goose, goose, he over gassed dope (Dope)
Loose screws, I'll buy they ass poles (Gang)
Fool, fool, don't change for the low (Low)
Goof dude, he a stain, he don't know (Bitch)
This .22 smoke (Dawg)
Doo, doo, that deuce-deuce blow (Go)
Boo-hoo, why you cryin'? You a ho (Bitch)
F*cked you, now he mad he ain't know (Gang)

[King Von]
This ain't OG, this just smoke and this shit Thrax for real (This that Thrax for real)
This that shit that have you chokin' and it got Tooka killed (It got Tooka killed, uh)
Niggas chasin' clout and claimin' bodies they ain't do for real (Huh? What? Who? Huh? Damn, damn)
And my bitch got ass shots, but I promise that this strap is real (Ayy, grrah, grrah, grrah)
This ain't OG, this just smoke and this shit Thrax for real (This that Thrax for real)
This that shit that have you chokin' and it got Tooka killed (Huh? What? It got Tooka killed)
Niggas chasin' clout and claimin' bodies they ain't do for real (Damn, huh?)
And my bitch got ass shots, but I promise that this strap is real (Damn, damn, grrah, grrah, grrah, uh)



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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)



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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



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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



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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



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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
Oogy, 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)



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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



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Changes

(AyeTM)

Wakin' up to gunshots every night, I wasn't scared
Rules 'round the trenches, ain't no trappin' if you scared
They gotta see you killin', it won't matter if you say it
It doesn't make a difference if you alive or you dead
If they catch you, eyes on you, it don't matter if you cared
A couple killers been in retirement, they gon' do it if I see it
Won't ask them niggas for no money 'cause I'ma do it when I land
I was scared to show my past, I ain't wanna lose a fan
I was standin' on my block 'cause I ain't wanna miss the chance
To catch the next nigga, try to slide then he dead
Money on his head, better not miss this last chance
When I call, you better come, you better slide with the bread
Shootout with a nigga, blick him, take a bleach shower
Ain't no phones when we slide, police tryna ping towers
"Can you tell?," f*ck y'all bitches, I want my lawyer
'Cause y'all got what y'all got and it's gonna take hours
I don't know shit, I ain't no coward
Juvenile, I'll bond my self out with my allowance
I pleaded insanity to the court, I need counselin'
I'm The Voice of the streets and they vouchin' (yeah)
Don't believe no rumor, if I ain't around them just stories
I call your phone a million times, I'm just worried
My brother told me a million times they ain't for me
Don't call my phone about no money, I'm recordin'
They talkin' down on my name, they don't know me
You know the world changed if Oprah dissin' Kobe
A lotta niggas left my side when I was hungry
They probably love me but they wanna see me boney

You know the real change 'cause real niggas sayin' I'm actin' phony
I'm the same nigga you tried to take somethin', I act a donkey
And you actin' real, I told your ass you actin' only
You the type to carry a hundred cash and still ask for money
You the type of nigga, ain't no rumors, you'll make one
You the type of nigga to drop a name, make a case come
You the type of nigga to spend your last on a lace front
You the type of nigga say you slidin', knowin' you ain't huntin', yeah



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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)



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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
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