Lil Durk - Love Songs 4 the Streets Lyrics

(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
(Yeah)

I make love songs for the streets
Love songs for these bitches (love songs for these bitches)
Also love songs for my day ones
Make love songs for the trenches (love songs for the trenches)
Even the ones who doubted me
The ones say I'm actin' different (ones say I'm actin' different)
Ones in and out my life who never came back
They still missin', yeah (yeah)
Been down this road, I'm chasing a bag
Ain't talk to God in a minute (down this road, down this road) (yeah)
Ain't talk to my youngest son in months
I asked him, "Please forgive me" (been down this road, down this road) (yeah)
I'm in the studio with killers
Told me get out my feelings (down this road, down this road) (yeah)
I be tryin', but I can't, yeah (I can't, yeah)

See, he gang, you ain't, tryna pop my pain away
Wash that bloodstain away, long way from Section 8
I can't trust my day one homie, I can't trust him, no
It's so crazy, I seened him snake me, but I brushed it off
I'ma go so deep, I want my lyrics in your soul
If we got a problem, I ain't gon' show it in front of no hoes
Big bro got the streets on lock for real, he getting old
You say you fixed your statements, but at the end, you still told
Bitch, you know I'm smart as shit, tryna break my heart and shit
She think she gon' get me back, f*ckin' on these artists
Book and Von, you gotta f*ck 'em too just 'cause they a part of this
You started this, them niggas started this (yeah)

I make love songs for the streets
Love songs for these bitches (love songs for these bitches)
Also love songs for my day ones
Make love songs for the trenches (love songs for the trenches)
Even the ones who doubted me
The ones say I'm actin' different (ones say I'm actin' different)
Ones in and out my life who never came back
They still missin', yeah (yeah)
Been down this road, I'm chasing a bag
Ain't talk to God in a minute (down this road, down this road) (yeah)
Ain't talk to my youngest son in months
I asked him, "Please forgive me" (been down this road, down this road) (yeah)
I'm in the studio with killers
Told me get out my feelings (down this road, down this road) (yeah)
I be tryin', but I can't, yeah (I can't, yeah)

I knew this shit wasn't right
Appeals gon' take time
In the field, ain't no cryin'
Taking pills to keep from cryin'
J Money not here to give me advice
I seen the hurt in his eye
Heard the pain in his voice, yeah (voice, yeah)
When I wanna hear your voice, I call your voicemail
I put Chicago on my shoulders, my shit sore still
I hate the way that court smell
I know some niggas who ain't told and they won't still (yeah)

I make love songs for the streets
Love songs for these bitches (love songs for these bitches)
Also love songs for my day ones
Make love songs for the trenches (love songs for the trenches)
Even the ones who doubted me
The ones say I'm actin' different (ones say I'm actin' different)
Ones in and out my life who never came back
They still missin', yeah (yeah)
Been down this road, I'm chasing a bag
Ain't talk to God in a minute (down this road, down this road) (yeah)
Ain't talk to my youngest son in months
I asked him, "Please forgive me" (been down this road, down this road) (yeah)
I'm in the studio with killers
Told me get out my feelings (down this road, down this road) (yeah)
I be tryin', but I can't, yeah (I can't, yeah)