Lil Durk – Pick Your Poison Lyrics

Pick Your Poison

Lil Durk

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"Pick Your Poison." - Lil Durk

Friday, 23 October 2026, 12:25 pm

Album: Love Songs 4 the Streets

Track No: 02

I've been runnin' with that street vibe, I fell back off that love shit
You tryna play me for a goofy that's that bullshit
I be with robbers like to mug shit
I'd rather be around some **** I can thug with
Same **** say they ain't switch up on me
And this Rollie face a bigger bum
Hang with the killers, homie, money hungry, gettin' busy
And the stuck up homies
So pick your poison
It be so phony
I got locked up, they couldn't send me a lawyer
Mama had told me
These **** ain't real, **** be actin' like homies
Screamin' they gang, ain't put in work, that shit be annoying
Police scorcher, gotta watch out when you servin' that corner
What you know about late night in that trap, you ain't make no dime, yeah
Or tellin' your kids you got a million still ain't make no time yet
Or in jail for a body and the judge keep tellin' you, you get no time back
Or when you live in the trenches with the fame and you live where the crime at
Gangsters was our idols, we don't believe in titles
True to my religion we don't believe in bibles
See one of my rivals, we don't drive right by you (Drive right by you)
Glock got a beam, clip stick out like Eiffel
I've been runnin' with that street vibe, I fell back off that love shit
You tryna play me for a goofy that's that bullshit
I be with robbers like to mug shit
I'd rather be around some **** I can thug with
Same **** say they ain't switch up on me
And this Rollie face a bigger bum
Hang with the killers, homie, money hungry, gettin' busy
And the stuck up homies
So pick your poison
Hell yeah, I hold a grudge
These **** ain't show no love
These **** was nowhere to be found, I had low income
How the hell I'ma pay my bills? I had no income
I was always taught to fight, lil' boy don't ever run
My daddy got life in prison, my mom say here he come
And I was posted on that porch and he ain't never come
Yeah, that trap goin' crazy inside them projects, homie
Got out early from the fed, lil' boy, don't call my phone
I put my life on the line for **** who in line
I used to chew on them xannies to get me through the times
I used to believe all them rumors, it took over my mind
And if I put my name on it then that shit is mine
I've been runnin' with that street vibe, I fell back off that love shit
You tryna play me for a goofy that's that bullshit
I be with robbers like to mug shit
I'd rather be around some **** I can thug with
Same **** say they ain't switch up on me
And this Rollie face a bigger bum
Hang with the killers, homie, money hungry, gettin' busy
And the stuck up homies
So pick your poison

Writer(s): Durk Banks.

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