lil durk - resume lyrics
[intro]
we sell liquid dope (gang!)
the lean man online (let’s get it!)
d-mn…
[verse 1: lil durk]
i was deep in the field on this street sh-t
late night i was starving ain’t eat sh-t
studio thinking hits, tryna get rich
hanging with a lot of n-ggas 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 k!ll, 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 sh-t, had to take it in
war 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
h0m-cide slide
ion’t know nothing i was on the road doing shows so bye bye
well connected like wifi
ion’t know sh-t i can’t tell on my guys
smoking on this spinach game, popeye
and my n-ggas do a drill
n-gga up pipe call it show and tell
light a n-gga brain like emmit till
do a drill, they for real, they’ll k!ll
well i’m signed to the streets, yeah
[chorus]
this street sh-t ain’t for everybody (no, no, no,no,no)
so i’m tell this sh-t 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 n-gga? (what’s your resume?)
you ain’t no k!ller (you ain’t no k!ller n-gga)
i’m asking what’s your resume n-gga? (what’s your resume n-gga?)
i heard you ain’t no k!ller (nah, nah, nah, nah)
who with this street sh-t?
[verse 2: lil durk]
we was hugging them corners
n-ggas snitching they informing
street sh-t was important
back then i couldn’t afford it
yellow ice b-tch stone jeff ford sh-t
they see how he spending them forges
try to rob me, end up in a morgue place
or storage place with no face
i’m talking ’bout i’ma hammer baking soda
if the block dryy 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 sk!llet
i’m tryna get millions
i’m tryna get rich
sh-t rich
talking drug money, blood money
i love money, i wanna hug money
well i got that (let’s get it)
say i gotta when i got that
i’m loyal to my n-ggas
out late night i be strollin’ with my n-ggas (i just chill with my n-ggas)
on them corners i be hustlin’ with my n-ggas (i’m just hustlin’ with my n-ggas)
i’ma k!ll you if you f-ck with my n-ggas
(gang, let’s get it)
[chorus]
this street sh-t ain’t for everybody (no, no, no,no,no)
so i’m tell this sh-t 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 n-gga? (what’s your resume?)
you ain’t no k!ller (you ain’t no k!ller n-gga)
i’m asking what’s your resume n-gga? (what’s your resume n-gga?)
i heard you ain’t no k!ller (nah, nah, nah, nah)
who with this street sh-t?
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