Lil Durk – Deep Depression Lyrics

Deep Depression

Lil Durk

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"Deep Depression." - Lil Durk

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 03:42 pm

Album: Deep Thoughts

Track No: 17

You was slick, you want me to fuck that bitch, you had told Bandz to get her
I ain't understand, 'Thang one of them ones, and he ain't friends with ****
Once you lack, your dog'll hit your back, that's why I don't be playin' with ****
Watch them **** close with you, don't know it be your mans to get you (Yeah, yeah)
Get retainers, not that shit from the dentist, fix his lawyer issue
That shit crazy, just get out his cell, he'll sign your initials
Said this shit so long, like, "Bro, hold on, make sure the doctor get you" (Hold on)
I just speak my mind, case you don't know, this shit ain't competition (No, no)
He not from the streets, he mad at me 'cause I don't let 'em hop in pictures (No, no)
One thing that I know, we from that bottom, I know top'll get you
Got on my Apple Watch just to check his heart 'cause this shit pumpin' different
I did real shit, but you gave your loyalty straight to another ****
My grandma had told me she keep me in her prayer
Got out of jail, you ain't seen me none, spent my last on a hotel
Why you reject my mail?
Found out J Money got killed
He was dead when I signed my deal
I was sad, I took that L
I was sad, I took that L, I was sad, I took that L
I was sad, I took that L
This shit get ugly
I don't know why I love the streets
I don't know why I love the streets
I don't know why I love the streets
This shit get ugly
I don't know why you fuck with me
Tell me why you fuck with me
Tell me why you fuck with me, oh
Hypno Carlito, he one of my brothers, he one of the realest
I hope you accept my apologies, fell out with Rex, I got in my feelings
The shit she be tellin' my daugther, whenever she older, I hope that she get it
I just spoke this shit into the universe, but the energy comin' back different
My money wasn't long, now I'm tryna save all my ****
You told me the same thing, but I seen you spend it all on bitches
I tell 'em 'bout my pain, he put cocaine inside his liquor
And you know I respect what you say, but whatever you say, you don't get ignant
I grew up in apartments where it was a problem to be a gentleman
And honestly, I done took so many losses, I don't be feelin' it
And honesty, I done seen you at your darkest for that Benjamin
I'm an artist, they say I go my hardest and I'm givin' it
This shit get ugly
I don't know why I love the streets
I don't know why I love the streets
I don't know why I love the streets
This shit get ugly
I don't know why you fuck with me
Tell me why you fuck with me
Tell me why you fuck with me, oh

Writer(s): Durk Banks, Leland Wayne, Jahmal Gwin, Michael Mule & Isaac De Boni.

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