Lil Durk – Hearing Sirens Lyrics

Hearing Sirens

Lil Durk

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"Hearing Sirens." - Lil Durk

Wednesday, 21 October 2026, 11:19 pm

Album: 7220 (Deluxe)

Track No: 13

Talkin' 'bout this money
I be talkin' 'bout this money
I be talkin' 'bout that money
I be talkin' 'bout that money
I popped two Addys and a half
If you cheat, go take a bath
My love don't make me laugh, I wanna cry to you
I put everything in my craft
I did everything to my last
I lost everything, make me laugh
I wanna die with you
Since Ramadan made me fast
I lost weight, I dropped a size
Just look me in my eyes, I don't wanna fight wit' you
And I ain't never lie, see, the trenches never last
And I'm goin' off my past, keep your pipe with you
I lost real **** to the violence
Hearin' sirens, then sirens, then sirens, then sirens
You lost a loved one to violence
To violence, to violence, and violence, and violence
My brother shot dead to violence
I truly think the feds around us
Y'all tell me, "Slide," then turn around, then have the nerve to clown us
You ain't worried 'bout lawyers, you'd rather talk 'bout Tory and Meg Thee Stallion
Like fuck them blogs, not fuck your dawg, you **** turned to cowards
Public defender at his murder trial, he think he copping life, uh
He copping life while you copping ice, uh
He copping pleads, while he beggin', "Please," uh
You **** ain't right, but y'all claim fifty twice
Not a hundred, for that shit y'all did, gon' be one bloody summer
Why say somethin'? Why you tryin' to get involved when you don't even play with bumpers?
Too much money, I ain't throwin' shade, but we don't even play wit' numbers
You ain't do that shit in his face, that mean you ain't take it from him
Got that last check from my label, took care my whole block
We lost bro, that shit got slow, still love for O-Block
If you ain't on what we on, I don't want no parts
Since Pluto like to drink, just bring me four shots
I popped two Addys and a half
If you cheat, go take a bath
My love don't make me laugh, I wanna cry to you
I put everything in my craft
I did everything to my last
I lost everything, make me laugh
I wanna die with you
Since Ramadan made me fast
I lost weight, I dropped a size
Just look me in my eyes, I don't wanna fight with you
And I ain't never lie, see, the trenches never last
And I'm goin' off my past, keep your pipe with you
I lost real **** to the violence
Hearin' sirens, then sirens, then sirens, then sirens
You lost a loved one to violence
To violence, to violence, and violence, and violence

Writer(s): Durk Banks, Braylen Rembert, Jeremiah Thrasher & William Ramos.

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