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Lil Durk
Lil Durk

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Tonalità: F# minor
Verse 1
Eb
Yeah, man, it's Mad, man,
Cm
live from the trenches, man
Happenin' with my boy
F
Durkio, man
Gm
He the soul of the streets,
man, I'm the voice of the streets, man
Cm
I'll be back out there going crazy
F
Bro was there when nobody
Eb
wasn't there, man
You know, payin' lawyer fees,
Cm
you know, sending bread, whatever, on bro
Holding a motherfucker down,
Gm
man, doing his thing for me
All you fu' ass niggas out there snaked out, man,
Cm
on some fake shit, man
F
Remember all the real niggas
Eb
Showed love, man, stayed down,
Dm
shout out to real niggas, man
Cm
Y'all know I'm on my OTF shit,
F
man, on go
Verse 2
Gm
They told me don't die young
because I'm talented
Cm
You really for me, you been around
F
and you ain't asked for shit
Eb
Voice of the streets,
Dm
and if I say it, Vern, he stand on it
Cm
I speak my soul through my music,
F
I'm so passionate
Gm
And if you thinkin' 'bout taking my chain,
just know you would die with it
Cm
When them niggas count your pockets,
F
you gotta watch that shit
Eb
Dm
I ain't have a pot to piss in, you did
Cm
You say this brother shit fell off,
F
Gm
it did (turn up)
Verse 3
I'm the brains and you the muscle, that's Rodney still
Cm
And niggas really speak
F
they mind off them Perky pills
Eb
They left me hanging and left me abandoned,
Dm
that shit hurt me still
Cm
We fell off and it was a shootout, and
F
I think they'll murk me still
Gm
In the studio smoking exotic,
comin' up with new bars
Cm
I tried to stop it, I tried to stop
F
it, that shit too far
Eb
Been around with my brothers,
Dm
Cm
you give me endurance, I ride with two Glocks
And I'm thinking 'bout getting insurance,
F
Gm
tryna do me like 2Pac
Cm
Ooh, it hurt my soul
F
Who gon' ride with you 'til the end?
Eb
Then again,
Dm
you gotta watch out for your friends
Cm
They disrespect me on the 'net, don't
F
Gm
pay it no 'ttention
Verse 4
They told me don't die young because I'm talented
Cm
You really for me, you been around
F
and you ain't asked for shit
Eb
Voice of the streets,
Dm
and if I say it, Vern, he stand on it
Cm
I speak my soul through my music,
F
I'm so passionate
Gm
And if you thinkin' 'bout taking my chain,
just know you would die with it
Cm
When them niggas count your pockets,
F
you gotta watch that shit
Eb
Dm
I ain't have a pot to piss in, you did
Cm
F
You say this brother shit fell off,
Gm
it did (turn up)
Verse 5
Cm
Gotta be a snake to hang around you snakes
Boona gon' be straight,
F
Eb
you know that's my lil' ace
If you play with my name,
Dm
the streets gon' give you a taste
Cm
Just signed my deal with Bel- Air, fuck
F
around and give you a case
Gm
Niggas low- key Chuck E. Cheese,
tryna give you a case
Cm
A lot of pussies in these streets
F
and I'll never embrace
Eb
You talking like you an OG
Dm
and you can't get replaced
Cm
They wanna see your face in the casket,
F
I told 'em leave your face
Gm
And I be thinkin' about my dawg
until them Runtz gone
Cm
Until a nigga shoot that dome,
F
it won't be much long
Eb
It's not a letter to the streets,
Dm
it's just a love song
Cm
Lost Baby D to these streets,
F
can't believe my cuz gone
Verse 6
Gm
They told me don't die young
because I'm talented
Cm
You really for me, you been around
F
and you ain't asked for shit
Eb
Voice of the streets,
Dm
and if I say it, Vern, he stand on it
Cm
I speak my soul through my music,
F
I'm so passionate
Gm
And if you thinkin' 'bout taking my chain,
just know you would die with it
Cm
When them niggas count your pockets,
F
you gotta watch that shit
Eb
Dm
I ain't have a pot to piss in, you did
Cm
F
You say this brother shit fell off,
Gm
Cm
it did (turn up)
F
(Let's get
Verse 7
Eb
Dm
Cm
it)
F
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)

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