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Lil Durk

Dedication

 

Dedication

(album: Lil Durk Presents: Only The Family Involved, Vol. 1 - 2018)


This is a [?] production

Running' ducking law, smoker got no wind
Pull up on 'em, pull the trigger, shoot, is he dead?
And no one foot out, one foot in, is you scared?
If I get back in that jam, I'm going fed, yeah yeah
Streets politician, lil' cousin fucked up, want me to pay tuition
I'm so moody off medication, this shit hard work, and dedication

Granny call me a devil, ran the streets all night
I ain't really got no levels all my bitches all type
These niggas ain't count no check, these lil' niggas be all hype
I was fucked up now I'm back, told 'em I'ma be all right
Top ten flow, balling like I'm Kris Dunn
I say Chicago, pick a gun like which one
You ain't ever live in a crib with a junkie
Going to sleep, gotta hide your money
Wasn't no food, gotta hold my tummy
Jumped in the streets, ain't talking 'bout bungee
Couldn't keep no job, 'cause I was clumsy
And I told my teacher I want no trouble
And I hate when a fake nigga say he love you
I grew up different, I'm from the city of Al Capone
I got caught stealing, them people say that I grew up wrong
Don't blame me, blame poverty
Thirsty to get out and want my property
Fast seven think about robbing me
You gon' have some wings like them Robin jeans

Running' ducking law, smoker got no wind
Pull up on 'em, pull the trigger, shoot, is he dead?
And no one foot out, one foot in, is you scared?
If I get back in that jam, I'm going fed, yeah yeah
Streets politician, lil' cousin fucked up, want me to pay tuition
I'm so moody off medication, this shit hard work and dedication

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