Lil Durk – 1 (773) Vulture

How the fuck you mad, and I gave your ass a hundred trys
2012 niggas wasn’t with me in the [?]
I’ma take a risk, carry my guns inside my [?]

And she still [?] me [?] my [?] above a [?]
You [?] them and you ain’t supposed to, it’s goin’ fall on you
Why the opposition calling’ my line
And you ain’t thinking’ ’bout getting no money, til’ they [?] on you
And from the brothers that I love, I dropped a hundred [?]
You [?] a hoe inside the house, [?] she still goin’
Who said I ain’t got no money, I’m like a [?]
I ain’t really tryin’ to die
Why the opposition calling’ my line
Foe Nem told me keep my iron
My momma had a dream about me dyin’
Why you steady playing’ hoe, let me be their father
Fuck Lil Durk and they dyin’ today (Facts!)
[Hook: Lil Durk]
Certain shit I can’t tolerate
The streets don’t love anyone, but they in love with me
I would, but I know they lyin’
Voice of the trenches, talking for streets
Hook: Lil Durk]
I told her that I hope she lyin’
Fuck with me and it a homicide
Kill his ass in the streets, we hope they don’t charge us
And I got some shorties that goin’ shoot
It’s goin’ be a homicide
Tryin’ talk my pride away
Tellin’ me to come outside
They don’t want to die today
We in 18 he getting out when he like 35
Lie to you none, but in jail I say a hundred lies
It’s goin’ be a homicide
Try to clean my image with a turkey [?]
I ain’t still signed to French but I’d kill for him
2018 I’m goin’ up, my shows a hundred racks
[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
I would, but I know they lyin’
My momma had a dream about me dyin’
Foe Nem told me keep my iron

We can’t find your ass, we goin’ kill your [?]
They told me they sick and tired
(I been through this shit before, you know?)
Fuck Lil Durk and they dyin’ today (Facts!)
Whatever my niggas be wanting, know I got ’em
And you know it’s guarantee when I say it’s promise
It’s goin’ be a homicide
And nigga I’ll drill for ’em

Tellin’ me to come outside
I told her that I hope she lyin’
They told me they sick and tired
They goin’ slide through your block, they make calls on you
I be out them drugs, addicted to narcotics
They goin’ do the shit that you ain’t goin’ do
Don’t feed your gang when they snake you, [?] goin’ wonder why
Spit on me bad when I was down, I’ma ball on you
It’s goin’ be a homicide
They don’t want to die today
Teachers said I might be dead ’cause I love the streets
(I been through this shit before, you know?)