Downfall

(album: Signed To The Streets 3 - 2018)

[Lil Durk:]
You my downfall, I hope you know that shit
I can't be around y'all, 'cause I can't show you this
You gon' do what you gotta do to sell that dog food
And if you got a good bitch, you gotta send her to law school
'Cause you might need her, tell the feds leave my niggas alone (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You my nigga, you my dog, you my dog for sure (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, you my nigga, and you right here for long
You my nigga, you my, you my nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

You my nigga, that's a fact, and you can't lie to me (Ayy, woah)
What I get paid on that block, that's like your salary (Uh, woah)
Mandatory rules to the trenches, keep your gun on you
'Fore the money even be involved, they be one hundred
Fucking all these hoes state to state, I ain't see love coming
Slowed down on that mud, grew a pudge from it, uh
Not what you do, just how you do it, ain't what you say, it's how you say it
You can think about the money, but it's how you gonna chase it
They freed a couple killers, now they city going up
And you only call me when you see me pouring up
And you snuck n' told, you don't know if we know or not
And you brought me drinks, only time you threw a shot (Wow)
My other homie told my other homie
That my other homie other homie tryna kill him
That's why I only fuck with a couple niggas
Get out the dope game, get a couple figures
Make my bitch cum and then I'm cumming with her
Real niggas only, ain't no competition
We dropped Bloodas, now they saying "Bloodas"
If I don't know nothing, I know our fans love us
I learned to rap and get some bands from it
You be around the fake, but I'm staying from it

You my downfall, I hope you know that shit
I can't be around y'all, 'cause I can't show you this
You gon' do what you gotta do to sell that dog food
And if you got a good bitch, you gotta send her to law school
'Cause you might need her, tell the feds leave my niggas alone (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You my nigga, you my dog, you my dog for sure (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, you my nigga, and you right here for long
You my nigga, you my, you my nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Young Dolph:]
Don't even fix your mouth to tell me that you loyal (Keep that)
They only reason I spare you is because I love you (I swear)
A whole lot of choppers, couple Jewish lawyers (Yeah)
Straight dope boy (Yeah), Richard Porter (Trap)
Took a lot of losses fucking with you nigga (Trap)
Seen a lot of crosses fucking with you nigga (Damn)
Yeah, we did dirt (Yeah), yeah, I front you work (Yeah)
Plugged on the syrup (Yeah), but that shit was curse (Shit!)
You like to get high, I like to get paid (Okay)
I been on some hustling shit since 6th grade (Ayy, who dat?)
I'm the one your mom and daddy told you stay away from
But I'm the one who that told you fuck them hoes, let's get this paper
Count a million, smoke a nigga at the same time (Hey)
Rich nigga, me and you ain't on the same time (it's Dolph)
On the stage or in the trap, I'm the same nigga (it's Dolph)
You ain't ever elevated, just the same nigga

[Lil Durk:]
You my downfall, I hope you know that shit
I can't be around y'all, 'cause I can't show you this
You gon' do what you gotta do to sell that dog food
And if you got a good bitch, you gotta send her to law school
'Cause you might need her, tell the feds leave my niggas alone (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You my nigga, you my dog, you my dog for sure (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, you my nigga, and you right here for long
You my nigga, you my, you my nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Lil Baby:]
You my nigga, you my dog since the sandbox (Sandbox)
I been running with some killers, we got hand Glocks (Hand Glocks)
Sipping syrup, I'm moving slow like a grandpa (Grandpa)
Kept it real from the jump, these niggas changed up (Changed up)
All these diamonds on my neck, they getting tangled up
Hearing rumors 'bout my main man snorting dust (Oh)
We ain't have no ride, we'd steal a car, we don't catch the bus (Yeah)
I wish Lil Juan could see me now, a nigga rich as fuck (Rich as fuck)
Fuck a nine-to-five, I'm selling whole things (Whole things)
I was down bad on my dick, I didn't have no dreams (No dreams)
I swear to God I had a hundred racks at eighteen (Ayy)
Sitting in the cell, going hard, they tryna mace me (Serve 10)
Every nigga who threw salt gon' have to face me (Face me)
Told my bitch that she can leave, she won't replace me (Won't replace me)
Doing what I'm 'posed to do, I know they hate me (Hate me)
I'ma stand up on they ass 'til they take me (Take me)

[Lil Durk:]
You my downfall, I hope you know that shit
I can't be around y'all, 'cause I can't show you this
You gon' do what you gotta do to sell that dog food
And if you got a good bitch, you gotta send her to law school
'Cause you might need her, tell the feds leave my niggas alone (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You my nigga, you my dog, you my dog for sure (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, you my nigga, and you right here for long
You my nigga, you my, you my nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)