Lil Durk - Remember My Name Lyrics
500 Homicides
Oh!, these niggas ain't gangstas
Stay tryna take my lil homie off the streets huh
Free 'Nine bitch!
We still got real niggas out here (so everybody gangsta now huh?)
Where you from nigga?
Free the guys man, you ain't from where we from
I told my niggas we gon' make it man
It's a f*cking movement man
We a f*cking family, we ain't a gang
OTF, (SQUAD!)
These niggas is bitches, getting info from bitches
Go and tell to the piggies
I'm tryna get riches, and stay on that business
3 bro niggas snitching, my case almost over
You lucky it wasn't pending
I put 2 in his lemon, this 4-5 a lemon
Extended clip for his niggas
And he ain't shit to his niggas
We don't hesitate, from DD and Bébé's just know that the opps ain't never safe
Load up the Glock, and reload the 8
Do a drill on the op, no clones I see dots
ACGs for the God's church and one power rock
I'm on the block
Hope my tape don't flop, and it go gold when it drop
I'm not a liar, start D'ing them baggies, and we risking indictment
Just to get flier than the first day ticket, united 300, the riot
Murder murder, kill kill, in the jam I'll never squeal
My label only time I deal
I f*ck with GB's most king snapes, foes into niggas under kneel
Silver spoon, you don't know how hunger feel
Dreaming 'bout 100 mil, step on that curb with 100 pills
Western Union money to bro and them, in the cell doing 20 years
And I lost a couple of these niggas, and they ain't never seen 20 years, oh!
Heard them die when I was out of town, shit happen when I'm not around
Slide through every opp block and we up shots till they not around
What's up with this twitter beef?
Thought we was keepin' it in the streets?
They mad I'm in the winner seat, from the summer time 'till winter breeze
And choppa squeeze, bitch go blaat, blaat, blaat!
I ain't even gotta rap, (rap, rap) racks in 'em trap (trap, trap)
One time no light bulb, bro n 'em got a lamp, (lamp, lamp)
Where you from you ain't stamped (stamp, stamp)
Niggas know we the champ (champ, champ)
Got niggas sneak dissin', it ain't rap
Make a real nigga gotta spit facts
Got some niggas saying keep it only rap
That's how these old niggas stay on the map
Headshot, we ain't getting into that
Niggas tellin' hands full of pins and packs
Grab a pack, blood bleeding real bad
Doin' hit in a coupe, in a Range, or an Audi
F*ck a nigga doubt me
All on my dick when they see me
Knowing this bitch wanna be me
Hell yea you can die over a retweet
I'm grabbing my pole on mimi
I can't see a nigga like Stevie
I won't tell, I'll take me a BG
Let's get it!
GANG!
Writer: Durk Banks, Charles Walter Dumazer
Copyright: Lyrics © GREAT SOUTH BAY MUSIC GROUP INC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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Amber Alert
[Young Thug:]
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
[Hook:]
What they sneak dissing 'bout? Got shooters to get 'em out
For a feature from me, a nigga a get and gone
My niggas killers, my niggas killers
I'mma amber his ass and now niggas missing
I'm talking amber alert, amber alert
My shooters they shoot first I'm talking amber alert
Where I'm from we get em gone I'm talking amber alert
Not a nigga missing, talking amber alert
[Verse 1 - Lil Durk:]
Can't no nigga say Durk ain't never posted up
Two gun cases, taking chances after party's gone
April 26, when we in that twenty-six
No 52 bars, behind bars he 52 in that bitch
I said street niggas strong like bleach nigga
Forty turn a sweet nigga, caught a case and not a week nigga
The price is right, call Bob Barky off the speed nigga
Nigga close to 'em, I'mma do 'em for that fee nigga
$1500 on my Balenciagas.
Niggas mad at you, you in that jam you ain't sell 'em nothing
You letting all your boys ride, you be fronting
A-Amber his ass like oh
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Lil Durk:]
She just cancelled all my shows, cost my show money
Niggas act like they got it, ID don't show money
I spend it, can't die with it or I can't grow money
Had millions back in 93 ninety shows from me
When I say bro in that cut I ain't just talking lyrics
I got niggas thinking my shoes is under penny
I side with them and got them calling saying "I can't"
Got my deal got these niggas in they feelings
Put two bricks on 'em, he dead by six something
How you hit that that lick and ain't get nothing?
So quit stunting, just quit fronting
I'm flexing and finessing I be shitting on 'em
[Hook]
Writer: Brandon Michael Whitfield, Durk D Banks, Leland Tyler Wayne
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group, GREAT SOUTH BAY MUSIC GROUP INC
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Like Me
[Hook: Jeremih]
She don't know about real niggas, she don't know no boss
She don't know about foreign cars, she don't what that cost
She don't know about love, she don't know what that is
She don't know about riding round and spending it like this
F*ck with a nigga like me, wanna f*ck with a nigga like me
Now she wanna f*ck
F*ck with a nigga like me, wanna f*ck with a nigga like me
Hit the club with a nigga like me
Do drugs with a nigga like me
Fall in love with a nigga like me
And never love another nig, never love another nigga like me
[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Have you ever met a Chi town nigga?
Girl I heard you need a go-getter
You ain't never meet a rapper
With the swag of a savage and a dope dealer
I'm the realest nigga that you see
I know you tired of them broke niggas
Heard he bought you a bag for a G
Why you f*ckin' with them broke niggas?
Gingerale in a fifth of liquor
Where you going girl I'm going with ya
Ride with me cause I'm number one
Two bitches, Malcolm in the middle
Fly to Vegas, bet life
Legs in the air, call it jet life
Shawty give me top with the neck like
Shit gave me life, I can't get right, I can't get right
[Verse 2: Jeremih]
Got you jacuzzi water on a hundred
Got your tempo on a hundred, let it bubble up
Need a bad bitch, tryna be a bad girl
You know I'm tryna trouble up
Buy everything she wants two times, baby double up
Say she need more niggas out here like me
Cause there's not enough
[Hook: Jeremih]
She don't know about real niggas, she don't know no boss
She don't know about foreign cars, she don't what that cost
She don't know about love, she don't know what that is
She don't know about riding round and spending it like this
F*ck with a nigga like me, wanna f*ck with a nigga like me
Now she wanna f*ck
F*ck with a nigga like me, wanna f*ck with a nigga like me
Hit the club with a nigga like me
Do drugs with a nigga like me
Fall in love with a nigga like me
And never love another nig, never love another nigga like me
[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
You ain't never been in my town nigga
A good place to go but the murder rate's so ridiculous
Fell in love with some R&B bitch
And I know that it's good for the fame and the image
Shawty gave me head like a penny
But she should coco
Ain't really been in love in a minute
It won't hurt if no one know about me
F*ck a bag off, no make up you look better with your mask off
Rich nigga wanna buzz, like to brag y'all
But a nigga like me, ain't no nigga like me
I'm a Boss, Hugo
Rich nigga since birth, you know
You my bitch don't get mad, Cujo
Nigga like me
I'm that nigga, nigga
Gettin' money since a little nigga
Shawty thinks she the shit, but she could be a little thicker
F*ck on my name and a little liquor
I got em pissed, I'm the shit nigga
So why do they hate? I gotta get cake
These niggas so fake, so stay out my way
Ain't too many niggas like me
[Hook: Jeremih]
She don't know about real niggas, she don't know no boss
She don't know about foreign cars, she don't what that cost
She don't know about love, she don't know what that is
She don't know about riding round and spending it like this
F*ck with a nigga like me, wanna f*ck with a nigga like me
Now she wanna f*ck
F*ck with a nigga like me, wanna f*ck with a nigga like me
Hit the club with a nigga like me
Do drugs with a nigga like me
Fall in love with a nigga like me
And never love another nig, never love another nigga like me
Writer: ALLEN RITTER, ANDERSON HERNANDEZ, DURK BANKS, MATTHEW SAMUELS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., GREAT SOUTH BAY MUSIC GROUP INC, Songtrust Ave
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Lord Dont Make Me Do It
[Hook:]
Sometimes I get the urge to kill a bitch (kill that ho)
And I ain't even violent (and I ain't even violent)
That's why a nigga gotta plead the fifth (I gotta plead the fifth)
Sometimes it's good to stay silent (it's good to stay silent)
Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it) [x8]
(let's get it)
[Verse 1 - Lil Durk:]
She steady threatening me with these court dates (I ain't scared)
Unfollow bitches from my Insta (stupid ass bitch)
That's why I'm single like I am (let's get it)
And I'll never be a Mr (can't wife these hoes)
See my twenty steady breaking up my window
So I gotta chill, stay low in these rims though
Just how he hit it, he gon' make an example of me
Shit, and I gotta case pending (let's get it)
Cause these hoes steady calling my ho
Had this bitch steady breaking my code
Is it my finger prints from my 5S
Or one of my stuck up ass hoes?
Hold up let me think, let me take a drink
Cause I don't really know if no one care what a motherf*cker think (don't give a f*ck)
I'mma go crazy (I'mma go crazy), I'mma go crazy (I'mma go crazy)
And nobody sane (let's get it!)
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Lil Durk:]
Out of all your friends you the best (you I choose)
So I won't cheat on you for them that ain't my status (ho I'm sorry)
F*cking with these broke ass niggas (they broke), don't know what cash is (let's get it)
See I just spent like twenty on a car, I got twenty in glasses
What you mad at me for?
Bitch stop tripping like you ain't never had it before (bitch you had it)
And you gon' give me that ass, one time you gon' give me that work
Bitch get on my nerve (I hate that ho)
I'mma f*ck all your friends to get easy (get easy), you mad why you tweaking? (bitch)
Should've told the judge you gon' let me see my kids every weekend
I do it cause I'm rich, I ain't really gotta reason (I'm rich)
I'm packing my shit and I'm leaving
[Hook]
Writer: DURK BANKS, MARKOUS ROBERTS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, GREAT SOUTH BAY MUSIC GROUP INC
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Dont Judge Me
[Hook:]
They be tryna judge me
I thought that they loved me
But they don't really know me
Please don't judge me (don't judge), don't judge me (don't judge)
They be tryna judge me
They don't know my story
Tell me why they hate me
Don't judge me (don't judge me), don't judge me (don't judge me)
[Verse 1 - Lil Durk:]
Loyalty was the key to these street niggas (let's get it)
Chains, cars, cribs, since a kid I used to think I was Meech nigga
Starving, crib full of family I can't sleep without balling
So I watch these rolls play (often)
Aunty died from cancer so I rap to keep the laugh
I'd rather pray when I'm alone than steady giving shit to pastors
Steady gone since I was a pamp, we get out when I'm a pamp
Old and a dead man, hands still on the hammer
Niggas talking 'bout they my mans and we friends
Where you was you at when that man with that lanz offered me ten?
Shackled up, with the niggas that we hit with the fan
Eating shit that we gathered in blan
President still black, I hope he change shit
Niggas out here fifty, doing the same shit
When he say he got my back it rain pit
Don't judge me, I know the streets love me (yeah, talk to 'em)
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Lil Durk:]
Dope dealers, cold killers, they want niggas told nigga
Half them killers told on 'em, had my chopper and road with 'em
My mouth close though, I can't snitch on a nigga
Pillow talking to ops and hoes, bitch of a nigga
Summer nights, all them drugs made me kill shit
I lost so many niggas if they down I ain't feel shit
Been on IG with me nigga, the feel rent
Them niggas just made me, I kept it real with it and they ain't loyal though
Mind of a psycho twelve posted on light poles
Sold crack to the light though, going crazy I might though
RIP who I cry to, hold my hands on my head cause I got to
Yeah, I'm loyal nigga
[Hook]
Writer: Brandon Michael Whitfield, Durk D Banks, Sydne Renee George
Copyright: Lyrics © GREAT SOUTH BAY MUSIC GROUP INC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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Tryna Tryna
[Pre-Hook - Lil Durk:]
Cut that music off, I ain't wit' other shit (I'm tryna' turn up)
I ain't tryna chill baby, I'm wit that f*ckin' shit ( I'm tryna' turn up)
You came for me, well I came from nothin', shit (I'm tryna' turn up)
You ain't f*ckin' with me, then who you f*ckin' with?
[Hook - Lil Durk:]
I'm just tryna', tryna',tryna',tryna'(turn up)
All this money, I'm just really tryna'(turn up)
With the gang, and I'm really tryna (turn up)
This my city, and I'm tryna tryna (turn up)
[Verse 1 - Lil Durk:]
How many licks do it take till you get to the center of her mouth?
She geekin', she tweakin' we turnt up we got it, we all in the pot
KOD, QOD, Magic, we f*ckin the sacks up in five
Gas and mud I be off the drugs, don't touch
I'm feelin' a little cocky
They ring any bitches wanna f*ck now
Pop bottles like I won a f*ckin' touchdown
If you sober, scoot over, I do drugs now
Party prolly got me all in the clubs now
Pour some lean with no coco, we rockin' rollies, no JoJo
And we off the drinks so slow mo, I get twenty a show, no promo
Bitches get naked and do it for the Vine (bitches get naked do it for the Vine)
So she gon' turn up and do it for the guys (turn up and do it for the guys)
She sippin' on Henny, she mix it wit' Remy, she suckin' on me while I pull on her Remy
She shy like the city but change for them Benji's, the mula, the Fendis
I turn up for (what)
[Pre-Hook - Lil Durk:]
Cut that music off, I ain't wit' other shit (I'm tryna' turn up)
I ain't tryna chill baby, I'm wit that f*ckin' shit ( I'm tryna' turn up)
You came for me, well I came from nothin', shit (I'm tryna' turn up)
You ain't f*ckin' with me, then who you f*ckin' with?
[Hook - Lil Durk:]
I'm just tryna', tryna',tryna',tryna'(turn up)
All this money, I'm just really tryna'(turn up)
With the gang, and I'm really tryna (turn up)
This my city, and I'm tryna tryna (turn up)
[Verse 2 - Logic:]
Dressed up in that white linen, all black windows
I had to tint 'em
That work work, put 'em in the dirt
Let em' all lurk, know I had to get up with Durk
We never hurt, hurt know the deal, tour sold out
So you know its real
From the Chi City to the f*ckin' bank, Sinatra
Money I've been Frank
Lemme get it I got it never feelin' divided only on the
Real though
How you feel though, V's up, keep it trill though
Oh yeah, one time [x2]
Bitch I been under pressure always giving it everything
That I got
Never the lesser turn on my compressor
Its right on the dresser
Been ruling the game and nobody could measure
I know it's ...
[Bridge - Logic:]
You and me
You and me
They don' give a damn who I am
Bitch I'm doing me (you and me)
I said its you and me
I know who I am ,don't give a damn
Bitch I'm doing me
[Pre-Hook - Lil Durk:]
Cut that music off, I ain't wit' other shit (I'm tryna' turn up)
I ain't tryna chill baby, I'm wit that f*ckin' shit ( I'm tryna' turn up)
You came for me, well I came from nothin', shit (I'm tryna' turn up)
You ain't f*ckin' with me, then who you f*ckin' with?
[Hook - Lil Durk:]
I'm just tryna', tryna',tryna',tryna'(turn up)
All this money, I'm just really tryna'(turn up)
With the gang, and I'm really tryna (turn up)
This my city, and I'm tryna tryna (turn up)
Writer: DURK D BANKS, LONDEN L. BUCKNER, ROBERT BRYSON HALL II
Copyright: Lyrics © GREAT SOUTH BAY MUSIC GROUP INC
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Higher
[Hook:]
One thing I hate is a liar
Niggas don't know me
They act like my homie
And hate on me and my attire
I just put on, for me and my city
And ever since, shit been on fire
I'm good, but I'm tryna get higher
Bitch I'm a dog, I'm a fighter, yeah
Higher [x7]
Yeah
I'ma keep it G' like I been
Looking for the money like a friend
Sleeping on me like a Xan'
This is my blessing, my plan
I wanna thank all my fans
To y'all I'm forever the man
Fall off like most of these rappers
I don't even like most of these rappers (F*ck 'em)
Either you gang, squad, hitters, killers, savages, or trappers (Be yourself lil' nigga)
I'm a bossed up savage ass nigga, and ima stack up (let's get it)
Durk in the club, call for the backup (Brrrr! Bow!)
He gone make it rain
Dead people, and poor up the liquor (Bubbly, bubbly)
Ima get money
Give me my credit, instead of taking it from me (let's get it)
The burner is on me (bow!)
I'll shoot, but I don't condone it (Nooo)
Ion wanna rent shit. I'd rather own it (let's get it)
Free my niggas I hate that phony shit
Two cups and I get higher
[Hook:]
One thing I hate is a liar
Niggas don't know me
They act like my homie
And hate on me and my attire
I just put on, for me and my city
And ever since, shit been on fire
I'm good, but I'm tryna get higher
Bitch I'm a dog, I'm a fighter, yeah
Higher [x7]
Yeah
Pass me a cup, I need to get high
Real street nigga, I don't need to lie
Nigga my shoes, he been want to die
Cry, marry the streets like a bride
Remember my name, in case and if I
Money and family it do not compare
My brother was here. No one was there
Stressed, and pulling out hair
Price is at a higher
For the people that's dead
Poor up and... hold you up a lighter
Be silent one time, one time like, ohhhh
One time, one time like, ohhhh, yeah
Don't understand me like "Signed to the Streets"
Look at my son, remind me of me
Niggas is bitches, and apples don't fall far from the tree
Gave 'em the chance, like the rapper (yeah)
So that was they chapter (one time)
With this forty ima go cray' cray' (let's get it)
So don't get mixed in the massacre (Bow, bow, bow!)
I'm tryna get higher
[Hook:]
One thing I hate is a liar
Niggas don't know me
They act like my homie
And hate on me and my attire
I just put on, for me and my city
And ever since, shit been on fire
I'm good, but I'm tryna get higher
Bitch I'm a dog, I'm a fighter, yeah
Higher [x7]
Yeah
Writer: DURK D BANKS, LONDEN L BUCKNER
Copyright: Lyrics © GREAT SOUTH BAY MUSIC GROUP INC
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Resume
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
Writer: DURK BANKS, TYREE PITTMAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., GREAT SOUTH BAY MUSIC GROUP INC
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What Your Life Like
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 f*ck 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
F*ck 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 f*ck 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
Writer: DURK BANKS, TYREE PITTMAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., GREAT SOUTH BAY MUSIC GROUP INC
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Why Me
Yeah
Is it my jewels?
Yeahhh
Is it my car?
Is it my bitches?
Why Me? Why Me?
I don't know
Why Me? x5
I don't know
Why me? x4
I don't know
Why me? x5
I don't know
Why me? x 4
F*ck, I don't know I don't know why she wanna f*ck me now (I don't know)
F*ck, I don't know I don't know
F*ck, I don't know I don't know why she wanna f*ck me now (I don't know)
F*ck , I don't know I don't know
I don't know, I don't know
Why she wanna f*ck 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 loose
So why me?
I don't know x5
All i know that she just wanna f*ck
Why Me? x5
I don't know
Why me? x4
I don't know
Why me? x5
I don't know
Why me? x 4
F*ck, I don't know I don't know why she wanna f*ck me now (I don't know)
F*ck, I don't know I don't know
F*ck, I don't know I don't know why she wanna f*ck me now (I don't know)
F*ck , 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 [?]
Ima chase a bag
Writer: DURK D. BANKS, LONDON TYLER HOLMES
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, GREAT SOUTH BAY MUSIC GROUP INC
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Ghetto (Grew Up)
Ghetto, yeah I grew up in the ghetto
Let's get it
L's
(I grew up like that)
Nothing to eat, nowhere to sleep, nowhere to go
People to meet, I'm from these streets
(I grew up like that)
Steady going to funerals, steady going to interviews
Not going too far, so I stick to the wall
(I grew up like that)
I grew up in the ghetto
Where niggas don't make it out like that
(I grew up like that)
I grew up in the ghetto
Where my niggas don't make it out like that
I grew up with fam
I grew up with niggas that call me fam
I grew up with niggas who snake they man
I grew up with niggas who got in that jam
I grew up with niggas doing life in the can
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)
Nothing to eat, nowhere to sleep, nowhere to go
People to meet, I'm from these streets
(I grew up like that)
Steady going to funerals, steady going to interviews
Not going too far, so I stick to the wall
(I grew up like that)
I grew up in the ghetto
Where niggas don't make it out like that
(I grew up like that)
I grew up in the ghetto
Where my niggas don't make it out like that
C-C-Came up in the ghetto
People tell me keep my head up my whole life
If I didn't have nothing, I'm fed up
B-B-Bitches out here, just shut up
Rest in peace my lil shawty
I promise I wish I could write you a letter
And I miss you momma
I 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
Even though a nigga tryna make it out I still got love for the (ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)
I can't change, I was raised in the (ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)
Made me who I am and I love the (ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)
(I grew up like that)
Nothing to eat, nowhere to sleep, nowhere to go
People to meet, I'm from these streets
(I grew up like that)
Steady going to funerals, steady going to interviews
Not going too far, so I stick to the wall
(I grew up like that)
I grew up in the ghetto
Where niggas don't make it out like that
(I grew up like that)
I grew up in the ghetto
Where my niggas don't make it out like that
(I grew up in the ghetto)
Why they faking, why they faking?
Writer: OBIE TRICE, LEE HAZLEWOOD, TREMAINE ALDON NEVERSON, JONATHAN ROTEM
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Remember My Name
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
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 on Versace and Balmain
Danny had the streets on lock so
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 it's bigger than money
End counts all I know
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 motherf*cker
And I love my niggas like blood brothers
Same niggas, same gang can't change on 'em
One time, no movie
But I bet that clip gon' hang though
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
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
And got nothing
And niggas try me and that Mac bust
And they remember my name
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
Writer: DARIUS LUCKETT, DURK D BANKS, LONDEN L. BUCKNER, RAHEEM OLOWOPOPO, WADELL BROOKS
Copyright: Lyrics © GREAT SOUTH BAY MUSIC GROUP INC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O CAPASSO, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
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