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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Vocals
Einer Bankz
Einer Bankz
Programming
Sonic
Sonic
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Songwriter
Spencer Harris
Spencer Harris
Songwriter
Eric Anthony Sandoval
Eric Anthony Sandoval
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sonic
Sonic
Producer
Einer Bankz
Einer Bankz
Producer

Lyrics

Tune up Sonic You ever woke up out your sleep like is you gon' die in the trenches? You ever thought it'd be your dawg when they described the witness? I wrote a letter to authorities when they threw out the tenants To claim that shit that bronem claim, you know that shit a privilege For Pat I'll throw them tears, I remember the night they took him I treat them hoes with a lil' respect 'cause that could be my sister They had gave police them guns, when they pulled up, they booked 'em We catch an opp, he get baptized like I was never Muslim Like wipe your nose, I love you, bro, stop fuckin' with Ashton Kutcher Funeral home, they extorted me 'cause I be paying for bookings Won't send no hunchos to the county 'cause you be paying for pussy Could've went to college, but instead I'm in this van with hoodlums And that shit all facts I tried to give my dawg a pound but he want all crack Like fuck the feds, you threaten my kids, I'm gettin' 'em all whacked I spent like ninety on a Cuban, that shit prong set Most of them OG's get out the feds, they know they all rats, nigga All these niggas tryna live my life, they don't know what I go through They ain't gon' do what they supposed to I had to get it out that mud 'cause we was pain and suffering And we was stuck inside the hood, we mix our Percs with Tussin I know a killer got in that jam, we call him David Ruffin And they didn't even use his statement, so he sang for nothing They had a bitch up on that case but she the lamest bustin' I fucked her but she still showed up at court, I came for nothing I appreciate my war scars, show me I came from nothin' My daddy got back off that L, like who get life for hustlin'? I'm still a voice inside the trenches, don't make me say it again He just played the opps inside this club, he better not play it again See dissin' me and go OT gon' get your hood shot I can tell the streets what I been through just off my mugshots And that shit all facts I tried to give my dawg a pound but he want all crack Like fuck the feds, you threaten my kids, I'm gettin' 'em all whacked I spent like ninety on a Cuban, that shit prong set Most of them OG's get out the feds, they know they all rats, nigga All these niggas tryna live my life, they don't know what I go through They ain't gon' do what they supposed to
Writer(s): Spencer Harris, Inconnu Compisiteur Auteur Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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