Lil Durk – The Story 2.5 Lyrics

Lil Durk – The Story 2.5 Lyrics
The Story 2.5
Lil Durk
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    "The Story 2.5." - Lil Durk

    Album: Signed to the Streets 2.5
    Track No: 01
    On my son, this shit was a freestyle, nah I'm sayin'?
    I just, when this muhfucka spoke my mind
    So if I, I ain't so your name
    Just know I love y'all for sure
    Nah I'm sayin'?
    No hard feelin's, you feel me?
    Late night sleepin' through the gunshots, yeah
    Police sirens, that shit everywhere
    No one to blame, 'cause there ain't no victim there
    Can't get no justice, 'cause no one cares
    All I had was all the trappers
    All I had was all the trappers
    All I had was all the rap **** in the hood tryna come up
    All I had was the dope dealers (Yeah, yeah)
    All I had was the dope dealers (Yeah, yeah)
    Neighborhood hero
    Fell out with my main ****
    Yeah, I thought that I really loved him
    Shoutout to my **** Varney, but you know that's that **** brother
    Rex, that's my dawg forever, never undercover
    And these bitches wanna fuck and suck on us
    But we don't ever love 'em, yeah
    Randy always got the weed, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Ikey off the flats T, yeah, yeah, yeah
    And you know what Twin doin'
    Ridin' 'round with that hunnid shot
    On that twenty block perimeter, tryna look for ops (Where you at)
    No tellin' what Jason and Dthang doin'
    They prolly with thots
    Can't mention none of my old homies, they party with ops
    Catch Hypno all day, man, he ridin' with mops
    Even though that **** gangsta, he ride with us
    Tory, he from Canada, Doodie from Kankakee
    We did shit with the whole Lamb, but they secret safe with me
    Chubbs and OJ'll leave you slumped if you play with me
    I can't tell you four new name but they play with C
    I'll say, fuck rap, shoot an igga dead they play with Steve
    Gotta keep it low, shoutout Boonie Mo, but he play with keys
    Bitch skin yellow, they drug his head off the rim thang
    GL and Mayski puttin' on all black just to get that rent paid
    Me and D-Town ain't seein' eye to eye but I love them boys
    They saved my life and they don't know that's why I love them for it
    I love O-block, we had some words, that shit like tug-of-war
    That shit went far but not that far, them boys my brothers, boy
    Heard some shit with THF but I don't believe the rumors
    Them my real brothers, so we cannot get into it
    That shit what Top and them did, just forget 'em for it
    You know we gang gang gang gang, three hunnid glory boys
    Three hunnid two times, my six hunnids
    A show or not, a show for sure, for sure them boys is comin'
    Rondo caught a case, Zoo caught a case
    I had caught a case, Dede caught a case
    We couldn't get out at once, that shit lame
    They say I left them in that jam hangin', that shit pain
    Like that hurt my feelin's
    I now that hurt you, ****
    Nighttime made you go in the crib like a curfew, ****
    It's crazy, Baby D, you think I hurt you, ****
    Ain't gon' talk about my past relation, but you hurt your ****
    Dawg pound took me in when I had no one, ****
    We go way back, way way back, we had no guns with us
    Murdertown Gang Gang, they was turnt up with us
    Man Jane, E Rob, Tyson Smooth know what it is
    Lil Law' daughter, lil Tyler son, I love them kids
    And I gave them what they want when no one did
    Three boys, two daughters, I love all my kids
    I heard rumors they not mine but I know my kids
    Now I'ma talk to the streets as I always talk to the dead
    How you a killer and a snitch, you threw in the flag
    Reesey Money, Fredo, SD
    Rondo, LA, Nuski, Booka, Chief Keef
    Take it back to 2012 when we had a bond
    When the whole gang had deals and we had fun
    Rell, that's my brother like my dad's son
    I ain't never got no abortion, can't say on my dead son
    I fuck with the T's, 4's, GD's, BD's, Moes
    Fuck with the Kings, Soul, mafias and all of the Cobras
    All the up and comin' rappers, I salute ya
    Don't get in my way tryna get some fame, I'll shoot ya
    I take all of these Gucci loafers and suit up
    Pop me a Percocet, might leave y'all boot up
    I'm boot up
    I'm boot up
    I'm boot up
    I'm boot up
    I'm boot up
    I'm boot up
    ...

    Writer(s): Durk Banks.

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