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Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Vocals
BigA1804
BigA1804
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SkylerontheBeat
SkylerontheBeat
Programming
Zar
Zar
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Songwriter
Harrison Lipsitz
Harrison Lipsitz
Songwriter
Clarence Lazar Gray
Clarence Lazar Gray
Songwriter
Adrian Appleby
Adrian Appleby
Songwriter
Bruce Billingy
Bruce Billingy
Songwriter
Phillip Cromwell
Phillip Cromwell
Songwriter
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Zar
Zar
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BigA1804
BigA1804
Producer
SkylerontheBeat
SkylerontheBeat
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Lyrics

I can't see your face, we talk through cellphone I salute you a thousand times 'cause you ain't said nothin' It hurt your heart when your kids keep telling you you a jailbird You don't complain when you don't get visits 'Cause you'll get mail first You lost your guys, have your sentence and it still hurt Please don't think about the streets, put your appeal first Before I ever tell a lie, I give you the real first Before I ever tell a lie, I give you the real Durk, yeah, turn up When you was free, you had them AK Whoever think that'd you be passing out a state tray? And the squad was mad at Rio 'cause he ain't take eight 23 years, he surviving off of JPay And you ain't gotta send 'em money 'cause they stay straight Boona gotta do one more year, I know he can't wait They steady throwing Law in the hole 'cause he got a gang case And I be steady taking drugs to keep my pain away I done did so much time for my gun case Look in the mirror, all I see is my son's face And my daughter's and my mom's face The state came with a plea, get out of my face You my friend, not my family, it's a difference I know a killer who turned the city up, he snitchin' I know you did so why you tellin' me you didn't? But I know another killer who turned up as a witness Would say they name but I know that ain't none of my business You ain't tell on the gang so you say that shit ain't snitchin' Tryna throw up my gang, county scratch it out the picture Gave the police some guns so they can lighten up they sentence, yeah Y'all daddy love y'all, y'all gon' hear them talkin' shit about me I'm from Chicago, if you die, no, we didn't forget about you Fuck with the other side, not me, you can't forget about it I witnessed a war inside my city, they kill anybody I know a nigga who ain't did it, but he claimed a body Niggas got robbed from out of town who just came to party And why you decide to play with me? My shorties insane about me Your name ain't shit out here I can name some people who really about it I know Coach Ball He coached with Holland, tried to put him through college I started rappin', I dropped out of school, I had my first deposit I wasn't gon' finish anyway, being honest And I can't do no minimum wage, being honest Free all my dawgs who locked up Free all my partners who locked up Free all my niggas who locked up Free all my brothers who locked up Free all them killers who locked up All them real niggas who locked up Free them drug dealers who locked up 'Cause of Obama, they changed that one law, they gon' pop up
Writer(s): Adrian Appleby, Bruce Billingy, Durk Banks, Phillip Cromwell, Harrison Lipsitz, Lazar Gray Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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