9lokkNine and Lil Durk - In My Ways
Ayy, you know what I'm sayin' this shit from the 14All the way to the 8
'Cause my niggas them from the 8 you know
Ayy, yeah, you know who he is I don't even gotta say no name
Ayy, shout out little hundred 'round, nigga took an L
He tried to spin this shit you know
I'on't fuck with them, hell nah
I'm still with the same niggas
It ain't no changin'
My lil' shooter got some aim in him
K got some range, nigga
They ain't never felt my pain at all, can't walk a mile in these
It's a pistol under my coat and it's a trick right up my sleeve
He fucked around and met the Colt, the .45 left a stanky scene
Like look listen take some notes I start it all off in my brain
It's not a day that go by I don't think about my niggas in the grave
Now lil' scroll down that cement, that path was already paved
I keep Lil' Rizza that's my brother, different hood, but love the same
I wish success on all my dawgs, I just pray they don't ever change
I done strapped the whole hood up, have caution when you enter
Lil' squirrel you catch a nut over here, 'cause we some sinners
The way them youngins fuckin' Glocks, you can call them some sex offenders
I'm a pedophile, I fucked the lil' trigger, run from me
Think he Casper tryna dodge the beam like he God or somethin'
I ain't talkin' like I'm untouchable, them niggas ain't touchin' nothin' (not at all)
I told my nigga I got his back and I won't let him fall
Chin against the ropes, nigga where you was? My back against the wall
All day I dream about sex nigga, you know I'ma get it on
Black mask, camouflage flag and a girl to come beat her walls
I'm still with the same niggas
It ain't no changin'
My lil' shooter got some aim in him
K got some range, nigga
They ain't never felt my pain at all, can't walk a mile in these
It's a pistol under my coat and it's a trick right up my sleeve
He fucked around and met the Colt, the .45 left a stanky scene
Like look listen take some notes I start it all off in my brain
It's not a day that go by I don't think about my niggas in the grave
Now lil' scroll down that cement, that path was already paved
I got my brother back forever I'm like his spine
Keep him on the road twenty-four-seven, ain't no dyin'
I said I'ma give you some street money for real, ain't no tryin'
I like that word
I know some niggas in the hood too snaked out they be slime
I know some robbers who sell they guys dreams and they be lyin'
And they don't do shit for none of the killers but they still be slime
Get that man a lawyer 'cause his life is on the line
When I learned how to subtract I learned to add and tried to divide
Can't fuck with no nigga who fuck with the nigga who don't like me that's part of my pride
Hop out catch him do-do-doom that's part of the ride
Niggas say he the plug on all the exotic, I know that's cap
They tryna use these lyrics all in court but it's just rap
Put these drugs inside of the pussy I say that's part of the pap'
Runnin' laps on these niggas
I'm not attached to these niggas
I can't adapt to these niggas
When I'm around I keep my strap to these niggas
I'm still with the same niggas
It ain't no changin'
My lil' shooter got some aim in him
K got some range, nigga
They ain't never felt my pain at all, can't walk a mile in these
It's a pistol under my coat and it's a trick right up my sleeve
He fucked around and met the Colt, the .45 left a stanky scene
Like look listen take some notes I start it all off in my brain
It's not a day that go by I don't think about my niggas in the grave
Now lil' scroll down that cement, that path was already paved
Written by:
Durk D. Banks, Jabrielle Rael Brooks, Jacquavius Dennard Smith, Kim Candilora II
Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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