Durk, keep doing what you doing for the
City and the streets my nigga
300 days, 300 nights chief
Goooon Squad solid 400
East side crazy 300 nights, 3 on the rari
‘nother 3 on the ice
Durk, keep taking off
Save room for me on the flights
It’s been the minute since these niggas
Heard me on the mic
Heard you cakes got all the cake, and nigga
We want a slice
Executive suites for the executives
Bullshit, the new crib look like a fortress
Bitches’ gorgeous
Tell the waitress we gonna need more cres
Fresh out the feds to the Forbes List
Durk, I hope you recordin’ this
Put some pressure on them niggas
So they let ’em in
I’m walking out these gates to
That Wraith and that F&N
Get out of that water with them sharks
You just a yellow fin
The chopper get to popping
Shit like it ain’t gon’ never end
I ain’t your friend, I ain’t your man
I ain’t your homie hit me on these songs
Make you feel like you know me
When the shit’s getting real
Real war with the police
I don’t feel rehabilitated
I’m feeling like you owe me
But you big face hunnids
On that big face rolly
I ball hard in the streets
This rolly is like my trophy
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