[Intro: Bigga Rankin]
"See the goal, is always gonna be get out the streets. You'll see quitting while you're here means ending one chapter and starting a new one. I'mma keep the trigger off safety and, my eyes on the prize. God got my back and, my balls gonna make sure I stand 10 toes down. Middle finger to the muthafuckin' world! Durk, end this chapter!"
[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Summertime shootouts
Everybody a shooter
Glock poppin' now before this
Everybody had rugers
I was broke and I was down, now I'm all about the mula
Vet bitches super desperate, I call her ass a cougar
Hit a cape got no traffic, bro call my ass a uber
Can't starve I gotta make it, I'mma turn this shit a movie
Black opps, niggas know I'm the wack opps
I'm the face, no mascot
300 pounds of jackpot and I used to sell-
Dummy bags for the ps you come short
Dope doin' 20k, got a choppa on the porch
I got a choppa on the porch and a yopper in the crutch
I got fo nem in the bush
You ever had to wake up to yo' mans like he's somebody else
The trick I'm lookin' up like, Lord somebody help
I can't feel my face I swear I feel I'm by myself
I've been to war nobodys left
[Chorus: BJ The Chicago Kid]
Street life
I'm tryna make it out this street life
I'm tryna make it out this street, oooh
Yea, yeaah, street life
"See the goal, is always gonna be get out the streets. You'll see quitting while you're here means ending one chapter and starting a new one. I'mma keep the trigger off safety and, my eyes on the prize. God got my back and, my balls gonna make sure I stand 10 toes down. Middle finger to the muthafuckin' world! Durk, end this chapter!"
[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Summertime shootouts
Everybody a shooter
Glock poppin' now before this
Everybody had rugers
I was broke and I was down, now I'm all about the mula
Vet bitches super desperate, I call her ass a cougar
Hit a cape got no traffic, bro call my ass a uber
Can't starve I gotta make it, I'mma turn this shit a movie
Black opps, niggas know I'm the wack opps
I'm the face, no mascot
300 pounds of jackpot and I used to sell-
Dummy bags for the ps you come short
Dope doin' 20k, got a choppa on the porch
I got a choppa on the porch and a yopper in the crutch
I got fo nem in the bush
You ever had to wake up to yo' mans like he's somebody else
The trick I'm lookin' up like, Lord somebody help
I can't feel my face I swear I feel I'm by myself
I've been to war nobodys left
[Chorus: BJ The Chicago Kid]
Street life
I'm tryna make it out this street life
I'm tryna make it out this street, oooh
Yea, yeaah, street life
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