Lil Durk – Never Imagined (feat. Future) Lyrics

Lil Durk – Never Imagined (feat. Future) Lyrics
Never Imagined
Lil Durk (feat. Future)
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    "Never Imagined." - Lil Durk (feat. Future)

    Album: Almost Healed
    Track No: 07
    (Banger) Too many bracelets'll sprain a **** wrist
    Comin' from the gutter, never imagined livin' like this
    Five-thousand shots when I'm at the Pow-Wow with the clique, yeah
    She gotta be bossed up in order to be my bitch, yeah (DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
    It ain't a coincidence, these shooters ready to go on stains
    He done took two transformers, fentanyl got him out his brain
    Throw him in the water, get them sharks on him like a big ol' snake
    Came off the corner with some gangsters, took this shit to space
    Shooter had his mask off, he didn't even think about it (Didn't think about it)
    Gotta keep it one-thousand, tryna clear the bank out
    Been in them trenches, holdin' switches like a auntie (Like my auntie)
    Spent half a ticket on it and it was antique (Skrrt)
    I put lil' demon on that hit, he gon' go, go brazy
    Won't even cost a vehicle to get you this mutilated
    They caught him in the cut and switched him up, and hit his lady
    We gon' kill the shooter when he come back if he hit the baby
    Couldn't make the store, he want that coke, now shit gettin' slimed out (Slimed out)
    One mill' a show, it's on the floor, these **** dyin' now (**** dyin' now)
    I'm takin' G6 to feel like I'm on Saturn (I'm on Saturn)
    I could've leased it, but I cashed out like a scammer (Pluto)
    From the bottom to the top, made it do what it's supposed to do (Pluto)
    I came up dirty, now my check right, my money blue (Super)
    I used to sell it to these junkies, now some time I use (Turn up)
    Cost a lot of mon-yun, get you don-yun, knocked out your shoes (Woo)
    I was just a lil' **** servin' GRAMMYs, yeah (Yeah)
    I'ma catch the flu from solitary (Yeah, yeah, I swear)
    It ain't no sleepin' when you legendary (Pluto)
    My main bitch come secondary (Freebandz)
    Too many bracelets'll sprain a **** wrist
    Comin' from the gutter, never imagined livin' like this
    Five-thousand shots when I'm at the Pow-Wow with the clique, yeah
    She gotta be bossed up in order to be my bitch, yeah
    Them hoes gotta get my mama involved for me to reason
    I put my brother before the nation, they say I'm treason (Wow, wow, wow)
    I fuck with her energy, spiritually, she be keepin' her beads on (Keep her beads on)
    I done gave him a gun while he on the run, brodie a street one (Wow, wow, wow)
    They stay out the streets, ain't nothing right here 'fore you play D1 (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Why you go on the 'Gram bashin' my name knowin' that the streets warm?
    Told a young **** when he catch another body, told him to keep goin'
    Got shot in his neck, they pronounced him dead, brodie breathed strong (Wow, wow, wow)
    You can be my backbone in rare form, I still reject you (Wow, wow, wow)
    Get back, you a real neighborhood hero, they'll still neglect you
    I gave the streets more than my own kids, that disrespectful
    You can't dig this deep in the trenches, you gon' need a shovel
    I don't want no more Adderall capsules, medical
    Data connected with Apple, federal
    He gave me some pills and a napkin
    Everything happened is tragic
    You that mad? Get him in traffic
    Get a address to say you arrivin'
    Took a plea deal, gave him eleven
    He kept it P, so it's only the family
    Too many bracelets'll sprain a **** wrist (Too many bracelets)
    Comin' from the gutter, never imagined livin' like this (Livin' so special)
    Five-thousand shots when I'm at the Pow-Wow with the clique, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
    She gotta be bossed up in order to be my bitch, yeah (Whoa, whoa)
    Too many bracelets that sprain a **** wrist (Yeah, yeah)
    Comin' from the gutter, you can't imagine livin' like this (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Five-thousand shots when I'm at the Pow-Wow with my clique
    She gotta get dogged out in order to be my bitch
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Oh, whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

    Writer(s): Durk Banks & Darrell Jackson.

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