Released: May 8, 2020
Songwriter: John Lam Tre Gilliam Lil Durk
Producer: John Lam Tre Gilliam
[Intro]
(Ayy, pull up, Lamb)
[Verse 1]
They ain't doing they job, they ain't serve and protectin'
Even street niggas need that love and affection
Big homies not big homies, they ain't tryna give direction
The advice they gave to me, I told them niggas they could've kept it
Could've stayed on the porch, but jumped inside the streets, I had a selection
Ain't no back and forth talkin' on the 'net, we send a message
You want the king, you want that tiger head like the nigga off of Tekken
Put blood, sweat, and tears inside of this shit, you gotta respect it
You ain't did shit for the streets, so how you gon' put a word in?
I'ma do what all I can do, but I ain't never say I was perfect
Man, that gun heavy, palms sweaty, you acting nervous
Put a hundred thousand on his head, that's two verses
The county days, I used to wake up, wash up with the Jergens
She told me three niggas she fucked, when I went in, she was a virgin
And I can't hang around no bitch niggas, I'm too allergic
An iPhone plus an iPhone, two jail calls, I merge it
[Chorus]
The one I called my brother not my brother 'cause he told them other niggas we not brothers
I can't tell a nigga that I meant that I love him, I be lying, I don't love him
Get in my feelings when I pop all prescriptions, I take all these pills and I crush 'em
If you ain't known for having cash or that bag, they gon' treat you like you nothing
[Verse 2]
Don't be telling me 'bout your block, nigga, fuck them
You can't bring your ass around if you say fuck twin
Into it with us, kiss your kids, make sure they tucked in
Two fifties in a millennium clip, that's a buck-ten
The one you look up to a pussy, his nuts tucked in
Ain't hide the guns fast enough, the police rushed in
And since you died for your gang, you got slumped in
You pull up bleeding out that pussy, you got a sucker then
You signed your name up on that statement, you got the best font
You asked me do I love you? Mhm, I'm nonchalant
Went on the 'Gram, seen an opp died, that's when I sparked a blunt
Maybe sipped a lil' lean too, but that's not the point
A lot of money through Western Union get you a blocked account
I'm on camera, I got a case, so foenem knock 'em out
We move the same, we all as one, that's what I'm talking 'bout
I'm the same, you touch my chain, foenem chalk 'em out, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
The one I called my brother not my brother 'cause he told them other niggas we not brothers
I can't tell a nigga that I meant that I love him, I be lying, I don't love him
Get in my feelings when I pop all prescriptions, I take all these pills and I crush 'em
If you ain't known for having cash or that bag, they gon' treat you like you nothing
(Ayy, pull up, Lamb)
[Verse 1]
They ain't doing they job, they ain't serve and protectin'
Even street niggas need that love and affection
Big homies not big homies, they ain't tryna give direction
The advice they gave to me, I told them niggas they could've kept it
Could've stayed on the porch, but jumped inside the streets, I had a selection
Ain't no back and forth talkin' on the 'net, we send a message
You want the king, you want that tiger head like the nigga off of Tekken
Put blood, sweat, and tears inside of this shit, you gotta respect it
You ain't did shit for the streets, so how you gon' put a word in?
I'ma do what all I can do, but I ain't never say I was perfect
Man, that gun heavy, palms sweaty, you acting nervous
Put a hundred thousand on his head, that's two verses
The county days, I used to wake up, wash up with the Jergens
She told me three niggas she fucked, when I went in, she was a virgin
And I can't hang around no bitch niggas, I'm too allergic
An iPhone plus an iPhone, two jail calls, I merge it
[Chorus]
The one I called my brother not my brother 'cause he told them other niggas we not brothers
I can't tell a nigga that I meant that I love him, I be lying, I don't love him
Get in my feelings when I pop all prescriptions, I take all these pills and I crush 'em
If you ain't known for having cash or that bag, they gon' treat you like you nothing
[Verse 2]
Don't be telling me 'bout your block, nigga, fuck them
You can't bring your ass around if you say fuck twin
Into it with us, kiss your kids, make sure they tucked in
Two fifties in a millennium clip, that's a buck-ten
The one you look up to a pussy, his nuts tucked in
Ain't hide the guns fast enough, the police rushed in
And since you died for your gang, you got slumped in
You pull up bleeding out that pussy, you got a sucker then
You signed your name up on that statement, you got the best font
You asked me do I love you? Mhm, I'm nonchalant
Went on the 'Gram, seen an opp died, that's when I sparked a blunt
Maybe sipped a lil' lean too, but that's not the point
A lot of money through Western Union get you a blocked account
I'm on camera, I got a case, so foenem knock 'em out
We move the same, we all as one, that's what I'm talking 'bout
I'm the same, you touch my chain, foenem chalk 'em out, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
The one I called my brother not my brother 'cause he told them other niggas we not brothers
I can't tell a nigga that I meant that I love him, I be lying, I don't love him
Get in my feelings when I pop all prescriptions, I take all these pills and I crush 'em
If you ain't known for having cash or that bag, they gon' treat you like you nothing
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