Lil Durk – Resume Lyrics

Resume

Lil Durk

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"Resume." - Lil Durk

Saturday, 24 October 2026, 09:01 pm

Album: Remember My Name (Deluxe Edition)

Track No: 08

I was deep in the field on this street shit
Late night I was starving, I ain't eat shit
Studio thinking hits, tryna get rich
Hangin' with a lot of **** that was counterfeit
I was too real, tote a blue steel
Had a deal, had to deal with no deal
I was breaking packs
Had to feed and go keep my post till I had M's
Then I had to go chill with a couple racks
I'm a breaker man, studio twenty-four like a Laker fan
Street shit, had to take it in
War time out late I ain't take it in
I had to make it man
See you the red light
Creep on you with the red light
Triple forty, get ya head right
I'ma slide slide
I don't know nothing, I was on the road doing shows
So bye bye
Well connected like Wifi
I don't know shit, I can't tell on my guys
Smoking on this spinach gettin' Popeyed
And my **** doin' drill
**** up pipe call it show and tell
Got a **** praying like Emmett Till
Do a drill, they for real, they'll kill
Going outside to these streets, yeah
This street shit ain't for everybody (No, no, no, no)
So I'ma tell this shit to everybody (No, no, no, no, no)
So stay in your lane (Stay in your lane)
You can't fit in with this crowd (Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)
What's your résumé, ****? (What's your résumé?)
You ain't no killer (You ain't no killer, ****)
I'm asking what's your résumé, ****? (What's your résumé, ****?)
I heard you ain't no killer (Nah, nah, nah, nah)
Who with this street shit?
We was hugging them corners
**** snitchin', they informin'
Street shit was important
Back then I couldn't afford it
Yellow ice, bitch, talkin' Jeff Ford shit
They see how he spending on Forgies
Shottas 'round me and I'm with all places
Those throwers blazin', we ain't no fakes
I'm talking 'bout Arm & Hammer baking soda
If the block dry then I'm taking over
Police they take it I'ma make it over
Give me a brick and I'ma break it open
You ready, I'm ready
You with it, I'm with it
Let's get it, you talk but don't get it
With me and that skillet, I'm tryna get millions
I'm tryna get rich, yeah, rich
Talkin' drug money, blood money
I love money, I wanna hug money
But I got that
You say you got a bag, and I got that
I'm loyal to my ****
Out late night, I be strugglin' with my ****
On them corners, I be hustlin' with my ****
I'm a kill you if you fuck with my ****
Gang, let's get it
This street shit ain't for everybody (No, no, no, no)
So I'ma tell this shit to everybody (No, no, no, no, no)
So stay in your lane (Stay in your lane)
You can't fit in with this crowd (Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)
What's your résumé, ****? (What's your résumé?)
You ain't no killer (You ain't no killer, ****)
I'm asking what's your résumé, ****? (What's your résumé, ****?)
I heard you ain't no killer (Nah, nah, nah, nah)
Who with this street shit?

Writer(s): Durk Banks & Tyree Pittman.

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