| I be with demons, and yeah, I admit it
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| Get too high, got to flush my kidneys
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| Niggas be hoes, gotta mind my business
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| Call from the feds, they’ll run up your minutes
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| Watch these hoes, they’ll do it for image
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| Fuck four hoes, tryna turn me to stripper
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| I don’t trust niggas, so I ride with my nickel
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| Crushed up faces, bustdown emerald
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| Can’t trust twice 'cause it ain’t that simple
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| Ten toes down, I’ll ride for my niggas
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| When you ride through the 'Raq, gotta look at it through mirrors
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| He got caught 'cause I know he didn’t
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| You know damn well you can’t duck them switches
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| You gotta shoot for it 'cause that bitch be glitchy
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| I miss my dawg, gotta stay out my feelings
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| Miss my dawg, gotta stay out my, yeah
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| Love my block and I love my city, we call hoes eats
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| Wake up late, mouth 50K, better brush your teeth
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| I’ma say no when the nigga ask, I know he a leech
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| Contract with the label, bitch, I’m able, I’m signed to the streets
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| We ain’t no goofies and I told Doody them pills be havin' me nervous
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| Nigga had shot my brother, when it come to the money, my shorty be constantly
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| purgin'
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| Fuck my opps, we on his ass, catch 'em, blast, nobody nervous
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| We on his ass, ain’t no pass, foenem do him dirty
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| I’m with the killers and I be comfortable 'round them gangsters
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| I’m with the robbers and I be comfortable 'round them gangsters
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| I give him a thirty, he pop out the car, he gettin' too anxious
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| Won’t give him no X when he got his gat 'cause shorty too dangerous
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| And you can’t run when we shoot
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| You can’t run when we shoot
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| You can’t run when we shoot
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| And you can’t run when we shoot
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| You better not slip, you better not trip
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| Come out the cut and blick
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| Them hoes left quick when I wasn’t lit
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| Now them hoes be on my dick
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| I’m from the Lam', fuck 63rd, but that don’t go for Hyp
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| I’ma get that Lam' truck blue for sixty days, that shit for Nip
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| And I don’t even cheat on my bitch
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| Them bitches be tweetin' like, «Lil Durk be cheatin',» like bitches don’t be on
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| my dick
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| Why you be sneakin' and dissin' and pillowin'-talkin' when you with a bitch?
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| It be the niggas I used to call brother, I call 'em and tell 'em, «Let's get it»
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| Better ride with your blick, yeah
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| And you can’t run when we shoot
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| You can’t run when we shoot
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| You can’t run when we shoot
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| And you can’t run when we shoot
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| And you can’t run when we shoot
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| You can’t run when we shoot
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| You can’t run when we shoot
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| And you can’t run when we shoot |