You know what I'm saying, umThe album doneLove song for the streets tooI got niggas who locked who niggas lied onThese niggas shootin' at these kids, they shootin' in blindfoldsI got blood in my eyes, it ain't mine, ohAnd I got niggas in the trenches who I'd die forThey got a murder that's unsolved, it got my mind goneAnd foenem still'd be right here if he ain't take his mask offCouldn't even think, his murders still unsolved, ohThey said I still can't do no shows in ChicagoThat's why I'ma charge a hundred fifty for a concertWhen I'm done with that gun, clean your palms, ohI'd rather do 100 years than see my mom hurtBefore you say I left you hangin', get a bond, ohI tell 'em, Nine coming home, they say I'm lying, ohI wonder what was in his mind in that TahoeOff this ecstasy, I cannot sleep-ay-ay-ayWash this gun powder off with some bleach-ay-ay-ayI'm Lil Durk and I be representing the trenchesSteady ready running from the Jakes, we hoppin' fencesI regret I caught that case, I had a witnessAnd when I'm talking to the streets I bet they listenWhen I was done bad on my dick, they ain't pay attentionMan, I fell down on my knees when the law cameAnd I can't go like Mitch in the hallwayI'd rather go out just like Rico, snake 'em all, ayOh...I put this pain in this shit, that's why I got the streetsThey gotta come see me for that pain shit, broOh...