Lil Durk – Hell In My City Lyrics

Hell In My City

Lil Durk

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"Hell In My City." - Lil Durk

Wednesday, 21 October 2026, 11:19 pm

Album: Signed to the Streets 2

Track No: 16

Ain't no other **** like my ****, you feel me?
Raising hell ain't an option, it's in our blood
Signed to the streets
I'ma ride for my brother
I'd die for them, that's on my mother
Yeah, only the streets can feel my struggle
One thing about 'em, ain't no other
I raise hell in my city
(And I know, I know, I know, I know)
I raise hell in my city
So be prepared in my city
Lost Nuski and Pat to a bunch of bitch ****
Street **** heart, but the mind of a rich ****
What's happenin'? Go back me and run up a switch ****
O-O-Town, late night studio, smokin' stain
Couple drinks, tryna get me to sip, ****
Gave bro thirty something years, he ain't snitch, ****
I don't know what goin' on with half of these split ****
One minute in the house, next time I'ma spit, ****
My city respect and honor me
Ain't a killer, but break the bond and see
Muzzle with the chop, trigger finger water
I bet it could part a sea
I'll decease for my ****
Twenty-one years in the streets for my ****
And that's on my mama, she know 'bout my brother
She know he playin' for keeps, ****
Late night, tryna stretch some
Dice game, sellin' drugs, it ain't safe after dark, ****
Call, call bro, bring the pole, thirty-six O's
And he know to park, ****
And it's hell in my city
Two shots hit your head, tail, in my city
W-War time if it's animosity
And I got the squad to rock with me
(I know) I'ma ride for my brother
I'd die for them, that's on my mother
Yeah, only the streets can feel my struggle
One thing about 'em, ain't no other
I raise hell in my city
(And I know, I know, I know, I know)
I raise hell in my city
So be prepared in my city
Ride, I'm a rider
Beef with my squad, then there's no survivors
Young **** fourteen, no L's, that be drivin'
That catch a body on a **** be lackin', we 'bout violence
Lil' alcohol'll trick you to a cough
Think I'm sweet? Tell lil' bro to off 'em
Chicago on my back, ****
No love in hip hop 'cause we don't act, ****
Sip, act, ****, on the block with a MAC, ****
No money, but we tax ****
****'s city show love to other rap ****
That's why L's go loyal
And these ****, these bitches ain't loyal
And these streets, these streets ain't for you
And I'm a rider, so save that shit for them other ****
**** ain't fuckin' with us, **** ain't ridin' with us
These, these **** ain't out every night on the strip
With the hammers outside with us
Magazine tryna vibe with us
Hoppin' out them black Benz, tryna slide with us
**** say I'm bad business, but **** cuffin' bitches
On my side, **** (L)
(I know) I'ma ride for my brother
I'd die for them, that's on my mother
Yeah, only the streets can feel my struggle
One thing about 'em, ain't no other
I raise hell in my city
(And I know, I know, I know, I know)
I raise hell in my city
So be prepared in my city

Writer(s): Durk Banks.

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