Streets Don’t Love Nobody* Lil Durk (Ft. Calboy)

[Intro]
(Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
I spit my pain in the booth
I mix this pain with the truth (Truth)
Them niggas traded on you (You)
My niggas traded on who?
Them niggas traded on you
They traded, I got the proof
You hate the fact it's the truth (Truth)
You made it, they ain't salute (Hey)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Durk]
The streets don't love nobody (Streets don't love nobody, yeah)
The streets don't love nobody (Street don't love nobody)
Don't make me catch a body (Don't make me catch a body)
Don't make me catch a body

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Back then you ain't have no bodies
Back then I ain't have nobody
Them trenches come with a homi'
Streets with me, man, I'm honest
She'll put the coke in her bonnet
Perc 30 make me vomit
A hunnid racks, all hunnids
Left him in jail rottin'
Gotta watch out for who plottin'
Please don't count my pockets
Please don't count my (Pockets)
You not a killa' fasho
You like to start with these hoes
I'ma sponsor that war like I'ma sponsor these clothes
Next time niggas wanna' be inside critical (Yeah)
Watch out for niggas shootin' subliminals (Yeah)
Ain't wanna job rather be around criminals
Nigga wit' money and try to belittle you
Nigga wit' money and try to get rid of you
Honoring rats, that shit is so pitiful
You know you told, that shit gotta live wit' you
Live wit' you (yeah, yeah)