Lil Durk – Same Side (feat. Rob49) Lyrics

Same Side

Lil Durk (feat. Rob49)

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"Same Side." - Lil Durk (feat. Rob49)

Friday, 23 October 2026, 06:21 am

Album: Almost Healed

Track No: 14

They know the fuck goin' on, ****
Yeah
Yeah
Two street **** link up, ****
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Foenem grave
Yeah
And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it
Right, go, go
Yeah, I feel like just trappin', ****
Money long, buyin' hoes everythin' they want 'cause my bag different
Real trench ****, all I hang around murderers and dope dealers
Real deal P pusher
Real bad hoe fucker
Real deal wife taker (Go, go)
Yo' homie died, you jumped in front of that fire, think you a life saver (Grrah)
And I fell out with my bitch, thought she was cheatin', but it was a vibrator (Go, go, go)
Y'all laughed when bro died, when yo' bro died, turned to a cry baby (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Jumped out on both sides with a four-five, that boy can't hide, can he? (Gang, come here, man, what?)
Had a kid with a eater bitch, I tried to trick her, said I can't have babies (Let's get it)
Even though you on papers, gotta keep a gun, Brodie, don't drive crazy (Let's get it)
I just beat the same gun case with the same lawyer that Nine gave me (Let's get it)
Ain't givin' no guns up, I got the same gun that Slime gave me (Go, go)
Yeah, touch this chain, this **** dead, I dropped that bag, it's on his head
Switched on me a few times, I can't let 'em get that chance again
I was dead broke, they was poppin' shit, them **** laughed at us
I feel like I'm still gon' get that karma for what my brother did
Check her off the list, I put in work, now my bag secure
Get her nails and hair done 'cause I'm rich, I ain't trippin' on it
Changed my mindset and I went bossed up by myself
Look in my eyes and see a hustler, I sell 'em how they come
Yeah, keep hearin' all the rumors, they want me dead and I don't know
I believe 'em, but then I don't, shit, they did shoot at my car
I keep tellin' myself I find out who really did it, them **** chalk
I see everything they say, but I can't do no back and forth
Go
Go, go, go
Go, go, go
Go, go, go
Go, go, go (Gang, grrah)
Ran off with a hunnid, I tricked his ass like, "Let's play Simon Says" (Let's get it)
Called my phone like, "Simon said, 'Come back'," I'm like, "Simon dead" (Brrah)
Brodie took 'em on a chase till they got the plates, bro, take mine instead (Go)
They taxed him heavy for that funeral, they can't find his head (Brrah)
Bitches ask, can they come take a pic'? Just don't grab my dick
Called Yak when Jah was doin' my hair, I'm in the 'Raq with wicks (Go)
Don't sweat when you see Wet, he leave you wet-wet, shout out to Drench (Go, go, go)
You known to slide alone, but you know it's wrong to be without the tints (Let's get it)
Foenem comin' home, it just take long 'cause ain't no self-defense (Go)
Left that bitch alone, that bitch too grown to not just pay her rent (Let's get it)
Ask 49, he seen me with four nines inside my Cali crib
California got real killers, I hate when **** say Cali weird
Go (Gang)
Go, go, go
Go, go, go
Go, go, go
Go, go, go

Writer(s): Durk Banks, Robert Thomas, Kevin Gomringer, Tim Gomringer, Eric Sandavol & Rodrick Wayne Moore.

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