Lil Durk – Times Lyrics

Times

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"Times." - Lil Durk

Wednesday, 21 October 2026, 11:04 pm

Album: Signed to the Streets

Track No: 15

Real shit, shout out to my squad
(Still solid)
This ain't for no fuck ****, ya hear me?
Ayo, I tell 'em like
Ayo, ayo
(I like that)
(Gangster breezy)
(We goin')
Times ain't the same (Ain't the same)
I seen real **** change
I seen solid **** fold
I'm talkin' 'bout snitchin' on they man (Snitchin' on they man)
I gotta duck from this pressure
And be released from this pain (Ayo, ayo)
But this shit come with this fame, shit come with fame
Times ain't the same (No more)
I seen real **** change (Na, na)
I seen solid **** fold
I'm talkin' 'bout snitchin' on they man
I gotta duck from this pressure
And be released from this pain (From this pain)
But this come with this fame, come with this fame (Ayo, ayo)
Every day I wake up (I wake up) I gotta take a breath (Ah)
Gotta get right 'fore a **** try to lead me left (Can't go)
Mama need help, got a new baby (Got a new baby)
**** try to rob me, run up on me
**** must be crazy ('Cause she did)
Shit ain't right, but I gotta get real (Gotta get real)
I hope folks come back from the pill, yeah
I don't smoke or drink, and I don't pop pills
I don't smoke or drink, and I don't pop pills
I'm just high off life, squad
Can't trust a soul (Can't trust a soul)
So pussy ****, get up off
Huh, huh, and I keep my pole (I keep it on me, yeah)
So pussy ****, get up off
'Cause shit ain't the same
'Cause I can't trust a soul
'Cause shit ain't the same
'Cause shit ain't the same
Times ain't the same (Ain't the same)
I seen real **** change
I seen solid **** fold
I'm talkin' 'bout snitchin' on they man (Snitchin' on they man)
I gotta duck from this pressure
And be released from this pain (Ayo, ayo)
But this shit come with this fame, shit come with fame
Times ain't the same (No more)
I seen real **** change (Na, na)
I seen solid **** fold
I'm talkin' 'bout snitchin' on they man
I gotta duck from this pressure
And be released from this pain (From this pain)
But this come with this fame, come with this fame (Ayo, ayo)
**** want me dead, I can't go (I can't go )
And I'm that ****, they know (Bah)
I'm from the real streets, and I call it the Lam
(From the real streets and I call it the Lam)
No Thanksgivin', but I'ma go ham (Go)
Feel my **** jam (Feel my **** jam)
Get him out the jam (Get him out the jam)
Free Boona, 'cause he gon' blam (Bah)
And I'm beefin' with the opps
They'll get shot (Grra)
Uh, uh, turn up
And I tell 'em, my team, they'll nail 'em
And my **** can't tell under pressure
For them sayin' that they real, I can't feel 'em
I'm just tryna eat and see millions
'Cause shit ain't the same
'Cause shit'll never be the same no more
'Cause I can't trust a soul
'Cause shit ain't the same
And I tell 'em like
Times ain't the same (Ain't the same)
I seen real **** change (Ayo)
I seen solid **** fold
I'm talkin' 'bout snitchin' on they man (Snitchin' on they man)
I gotta duck from this pressure
And be released from this pain (Ayo, ayo)
But this shit come with this fame, shit come with fame
Times ain't the same (No more)
I seen real **** change (Na, na)
I seen solid **** fold
I'm talkin' 'bout snitchin' on they man
I gotta duck from this pressure
And be released from this pain (From this pain)
But this come with this fame, come with this fame (Ayo, ayo)

Writer(s): Fade Majah, Lil Durk.

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