Resume(Explicit) - Lil Durk

Resume (Explicit) - Lil Durk
Written by：Durk Banks/Tyree Pittman
We sell liquid d**e gang
The w**d man online let's get it
Damn
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 niggas 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 kill 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
One 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
I'ma side slide
I won't know nothing I was on the road doing shows so bye bye
We're connected like wifi
I won't know sh*t I can't tell on my guys
Smoking on this spinach game Popeye
And my niggas do a drill
Ni**a up pipe call it show and tell
Light a ni**a brain like emmit till
Do a drill they for real they'll kill
Going outside to these streets yeah
This street sh*t ain't for everybody 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
What's yo resume ni**a what's your resume
You ain't no killer you ain't no killer ni**a
I'm asking what's your resume ni**a what's your resume ni**a
I heard you ain't no killer nah nah nah nah
Who with this street sh*t
We was hugging them corners
Hugging them corners
Niggas snitching they informing
Snitching they informing
Street sh*t was important
Back then I couldn't afford it
Yellow ice b**ch stone Jeff Ford sh*t
They see how he spending them forges
Tryna rob me M and more place
M and place
With no face
I'm talking 'bout arm and hammer baking soda
I'm hammer baking soda
If the block dry then I'm taking over
Block dry then I'm taking over
Police they take it I'ma make it over
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 skillet
I'm tryna get millions
I'm tryna get rich
Sh*t rich
Talking ** money blood money
I love money I wanna hug money
But I got that let's get it
You say you gotta bag then I got that
I'm loyal to my niggas
Out late night I be strugglin' with my niggas
On them corners I be hustlin' with my niggas
I'ma kill you if you f**k with my niggas gang
It's gong
This street sh*t ain't for everybody 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
What's yo resume ni**a what's your resume
You ain't no killer you ain't no killer ni**a
I'm asking what's your resume ni**a what's your resume ni**a
I heard you ain't no killer nah nah nah nah
Who with this street sh*t