Текст песни Smurk Carter - Lil Durk , Only The Family
(Banger)
What
up,
nephew?
Man,
you
know
what
it
is
I
wanna
start
this
joint
up
by
sayin',
man,
I'm
so
proud
of
you,
man
But
after
that,
it's
all
about
a
second
chance
(The
Melody)
And
everybody,
especially
the
real
niggas
Real
people
from
the
hood,
man
From
the
trenches,
they
deserve
a
second
chance
'Cause
a
lot
of
us
got
caught
up
in
the
motherfuckin'
math
(DJ
on
the
beat,
so
it's
a
banger)
With
these
people,
man
Just
tryna
lock
us
up
for
nothin',
you
hear
me?
So
here
we
are
now,
I
remember
back,
back,
not
too
long
ago
Me
and
your
daddy,
was
in
the
belly
of
the
beast
And
our
paperwork,
it
said
As
our
outdate,
it
said,
"Deceased,
deceased"
They
thought
we
was
gon'
die
in
there
But
look
at
us
now,
we
out
here
thrivin',
livin'
Now
you
out
here
It's
your
second
chance
too,
nephew
(bang,
bang,
bang)
You
know,
money
and
power,
got
the
trenches
united
Got
some
members
indicted,
over
money
and
violence
I
was
raised
in
the
jungle
with
snakes,
rats,
and
some
lions
(yeah)
Left
the
Pellys
for
winters,
dope
boys
and
giants
Daddy
took
over
the
streets,
Larry
Hoover
was
my
age
When
weed
was
so
cheap,
sellin'
drugs
off
MySpace
I'm
a
gangster
at
heart,
could
stop
a
war
with
my
face
Mama,
I
said
I'm
sorry
for
puttin'
you
through
the
mind
games,
sorry
Only
The
Family
the
Navy
(yeah)
3-double-0
is
the
army
(yeah)
Tell
'em
re-open
Barneys
(yeah)
A
hundred
fifty
on
Marni
(yeah)
A
double
cup
full
of
lean
(yeah)
I
need
to
drink
some
Dasani
(yeah)
'Cause
my
piss
back
yellow
(yeah)
But
my
President
white
(damn)
Plus
my
'Rari
was
white,
my
Rollie
face
was
just
white
My
uncle
had
his
own
crib,
but
he
stay
with
Dwight
I'm
in
a
phase
of
my
life,
I
can't
be
praisin'
the
mice
My
auntie
prayed
to
the
Christ
I
made
a
way
through
the
night
(yeah)
We
bred,
I
gave
her
a
flight
My
brother
stayed
with
a
pipe
He
just
ain't
have
it
that
night
I
hate
he
played
with
his
life
His
killer
paid
for
his
price
I
brought
it
straight
from
the
dice
(yeah)
Racketeering
his
charge,
I
wish
he
took
my
advice
Money
is
the
root
of
all
evil
(yeah)
Smurk,
I
mean
Durk,
be
in
the
trenches
with
his
people
Cursed,
I
mean
hurt,
that
they
just
takin'
all
my
people
Chh,
baow-baow,
ain't
beat
his
case
'cause
he
ain't
legal
Back
in
2010,
I
went
to
school
with
a
Desert
Eagle
Sean
John
hoodie,
with
Shawn
Carters
in
my
Evisu's
Family
treat
me
different,
I
had
to
walk
'round
like
I'm
see
through
Niggas
treat
me
like
family
I
just
told
you
what
the
streets
do
(damn)
Young
age,
I
used
to
run
the
streets
'cause
I'm
a
bad
boy
(damn)
Trap
house
my
Waffle
House,
I
trapped
right
off
an
Android
(brr)
Never
duck
no
niggas
or
no
12,
just
the
landlord
Didn't
have
my
rent,
I
left
my
bitch
and
she
was
payin'
for
it
(bitch)
Love
brodie
to
death,
he
hit
that
dope
But
I
can't
stand
for
it
I
took
over
the
trenches
for
a
century
I'm
the
man
to
'em
Label
said,
"Don't
make
none
for
the
streets
Just
make
some
dance
music"
(cha,
cha)
Said,
"I
can't,
I
gotta
make
shit
for
the
streets
I'm
the
man
to
'em'"
(nah,
nah)
Money
over
bitches,
some
reason
I'll
tend
to
'em
(yeah)
I
ain't
never
listen,
like
fuck
permission,
I
carry
a
Gen4
Family
in
the
streets,
my
relationship,
I
got
a
handful
(yeah)
Count
a
million
cash,
I
swear
to
God,
it
had
my
hand
sore
(sss,
ahh)
Fuck
her
from
the
back,
I
had
her
scratchin'
up
the
headboard
(yeah)
Nutted
on
her
lashes,
I
ain't
gotta
ask
her,
what
she
mad
for?
(Smurk)
Baby,
what
you
sad
for?
Baby,
what
you
sad
for?
(Huh?)
The
Brabus
truck,
the
one
that,
hmm,
I
paid
a
bag
for
it
(hmm)
I
paid
cash
for
it,
a
duffel
bag,
boy
(yeah)
But
too
much
cash'll
have
'em
paranoid
Money
is
the
root
of
all
evil
(yeah)
Smurk,
I
mean
Durk,
be
in
the
trenches
with
his
people
Cursed,
I
mean
hurt
that
they
just
takin'
all
my
people
Chh,
baow-baow,
ain't
beat
his
case
'cause
he
ain't
legal
Money
is
the
root
of
all
evil
(trenches)
Smurk,
I
mean
Durk,
be
in
the
trenches
with
his
people
(yeah)
Cursed,
I
mean
hurt
that
they
just
takin'
all
my
people
Chh,
baow-baow,
ain't
beat
his
case
'cause
he
ain't
legal
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