Back Again
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Lil Durk
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Young Chop on the Beat
Bought that Jerry, rent it, you ain't buy it
Drugs dissolving on my tongue, turn to a habit
I know some killers, teardrops so they active
They living large and low income, that shit so tragic
I know some niggas who did some coke, said they won't try it
Good heart, I saw my family dope, ain't make 'em biased
And I can't bleed no bitch, she said she high-end
She suck my dick, I used the back door at the Hyatt
My daddy say his birthday, I'll buy him a new tie and shit
We make it hard for you to eat, put you on a diet
Right before my eyes, I seen the hood dying
Fallen victim to the streets, I wish I would try it
Yeah, yeah
Bring back the Act' again
Make Kanye black again
Just got back from shop, I'm 'bout to lose the racks again
I hope that little boy lack again
We gon' show you all the differences
We killing everyone, ain't no innocents
Turn you into a rememberance
Headshot from this Glock, you won't remember shit
Oh, won't remember shit
We gon' turn you to a rememberance
Oh, you won't remember shit
Ain't nobody innocent
I tried to bust down my watch, it ain't no baguettes in it
And he ain't from my block, so we need half of his
And I peeped that fake smile through them white veneers
Before he died, he was so in love, now I see his bitch with me
Sometimes I feel like Tay-K, I wanna kill people
I did too much, and you ain't did, how you feel, you still equal?
How you lose that weight? You let them pills eat you
Fuck around and give your kidney up, they'll still leech you
I did shit for a hundred niggas and I'm still reaching
Took my shahada down in the feds, to the streets, I'm still preaching
I don't get a chance to see all my kids, I know they still decent
I stabbed my best friend right in his back, but it was for a real reason
I need a real bag, real, real, real bag
Trying to lay my head where they don't kill at
I'm from where you got some money and you still beg
Where they let you go for a body and you still rat
Where they carry guns and ain't got a gun card
Told the Jakes to eat a dick, I beat my gun charge
Broski locked, he got the city and he ain't got one charge
They caught him with an iron pipe, it was down, he was unarmed
Bring back the Act' again
Make Kanye black again
Just got back from shop, I'm 'bout to lose the racks again
I hope that little boy lack again
We gon' show you all the differences
We killing everyone, ain't no innocents
Turn you into a rememberance
Headshot from this Glock, you won't remember shit
Oh, won't remember shit
We gon' turn you to a rememberance
