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Lil Durk - The Story 2.5 (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Vocals
ATL Jacob
ATL Jacob
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Songwriter
Jacob Canady
Jacob Canady
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ATL Jacob
ATL Jacob
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
On my son, this shit was a freestyle, nah I'm sayin'?
I just, when this muhfucka spoke my mind
So if I, I ain't so your name
Just know I love y'all for sure
Nah I'm sayin'?
No hard feelin's, you feel me?
[Verse 2]
Late night sleepin' through the gunshots, yeah
Police sirens, that shit everywhere
No one to blame, 'cause there ain't no victim there
Can't get no justice, 'cause no one cares
All I had was all the trappers
All I had was all the trappers
All I had was all the rap **** in the hood tryna come up
All I had was the dope dealers (Yeah, yeah)
All I had was the dope dealers (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 3]
Neighborhood hero
Fell out with my main ****
Yeah, I thought that I really loved him
Shoutout to my **** Varney, but you know that's that **** brother
Rex, that's my dawg forever, never undercover
And these bitches wanna fuck and suck on us
But we don't ever love 'em, yeah
Randy always got the weed, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ikey off the flats T, yeah, yeah, yeah
And you know what Twin doin'
Ridin' 'round with that hunnid shot
On that twenty block perimeter, tryna look for ops (Where you at)
[Verse 4]
No tellin' what Jason and Dthang doin'
They prolly with thots
Can't mention none of my old homies, they party with ops
Catch Hypno all day, man, he ridin' with mops
Even though that **** gangsta, he ride with us
Tory, he from Canada, Doodie from Kankakee
We did shit with the whole Lamb, but they secret safe with me
Chubbs and OJ'll leave you slumped if you play with me
I can't tell you four new name but they play with C
[Verse 5]
I'll say, fuck rap, shoot an igga dead they play with Steve
Gotta keep it low, shoutout Boonie Mo, but he play with keys
Bitch skin yellow, they drug his head off the rim thang
GL and Mayski puttin' on all black just to get that rent paid
Me and D-Town ain't seein' eye to eye but I love them boys
They saved my life and they don't know that's why I love them for it
I love O-block, we had some words, that shit like tug-of-war
That shit went far but not that far, them boys my brothers, boy
[Verse 6]
Heard some shit with THF but I don't believe the rumors
Them my real brothers, so we cannot get into it
That shit what Top and them did, just forget 'em for it
You know we gang gang gang gang, three hunnid glory boys
Three hunnid two times, my six hunnids
A show or not, a show for sure, for sure them boys is comin'
Rondo caught a case, Zoo caught a case
I had caught a case, Dede caught a case
[Verse 7]
We couldn't get out at once, that shit lame
They say I left them in that jam hangin', that shit pain
Like that hurt my feelin's
I now that hurt you, ****
Nighttime made you go in the crib like a curfew, ****
It's crazy, Baby D, you think I hurt you, ****
Ain't gon' talk about my past relation, but you hurt your ****
Dawg pound took me in when I had no one, ****
We go way back, way way back, we had no guns with us
[Verse 8]
Murdertown Gang Gang, they was turnt up with us
Man Jane, E Rob, Tyson Smooth know what it is
Lil Law' daughter, lil Tyler son, I love them kids
And I gave them what they want when no one did
Three boys, two daughters, I love all my kids
I heard rumors they not mine but I know my kids
Now I'ma talk to the streets as I always talk to the dead
How you a killer and a snitch, you threw in the flag
[Verse 9]
Reesey Money, Fredo, SD
Rondo, LA, Nuski, Booka, Chief Keef
Take it back to 2012 when we had a bond
When the whole gang had deals and we had fun
Rell, that's my brother like my dad's son
I ain't never got no abortion, can't say on my dead son
I fuck with the T's, 4's, GD's, BD's, Moes
Fuck with the Kings, Soul, mafias and all of the Cobras
[Verse 10]
All the up and comin' rappers, I salute ya
Don't get in my way tryna get some fame, I'll shoot ya
I take all of these Gucci loafers and suit up
Pop me a Percocet, might leave y'all boot up
I'm boot up
I'm boot up
I'm boot up
I'm boot up
I'm boot up
I'm boot up
...
Written by: Durk Derrick Banks
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