Turn Myself In Lyrics
Lil Durk
OohSquat made the beatTurn me up, JoshOohGo GrizzOohW-W-W-Winner's CircleYeah, yeah, yeah, God, can you hear me?Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't really with meYeah, yeah, yeah, main homies turned against meYeah, yeah, yeah, heard the story, think I'm finishedYeah, yeah, yeah, give my lawyer a hundred and 50Ooh, ohI wish I would turn myself in before I fuck one last timeI wish I would turn myself in before I pour up one pintI wish I would turn myself in without kissin' my kids, no, it ain't rightI wish I would turn myself in without playin' that shit back that nightI wish I would turn myself in without droppin' my albumI wish I would put trust in a nigga knowin' they goin' sourI told 'em I wish I would, I fuck her in the butt, go doucheTold her put a big bag on my books, make sure my artist get pushedLook up at the judge, can't look, state makin' up lies for sureI'm a innocent man for sure, it is what it is for sureNobody gon' ride, had a warrant so I can't hideIndia gon' stay by my side, I did a song with Chance tonightHe give me positive vibes, to better my image for lifeI turn myself in tonight, head down with these cuffs on, just read me my rightsYeah, yeah, yeah, God, can you hear me?Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't really with meYeah, yeah, yeah, main homies turned against meYeah, yeah, yeah, heard the story, think I'm finishedYeah, yeah, yeah, give my lawyer a hundred and 50Ooh, ohI got five million followers, I need five million dollarsI scream "Free Melly" from my cell even though they ain't got 'emMmm, free Von, free Zoo, even though they got the same problemMmm, false accusation, why they name droppin'?They wanna know if I'm rappin' or robbin', takin' these drugs for family problemsI get a call, I call my mama, mmm, I'm sorryI get a bond, not givin' them property, no, I can't tell, that's part of the policyIf you don't fuck with me, nigga, then fuck you, but I show love for niggas apart of meI went from Margielas to state shoes, Amiri denims to jump suitsLocked in a cell with a curfew, in population, they can hurt youNo PC, commissary and receipts, fan mail, I gotta rereadNew rappers wanna be me, can't be me, I'm gangstaYeah, yeah, yeah, God, can you hear me?Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't really with meYeah, yeah, yeah, main homies turned against meYeah, yeah, yeah, heard the story, think I'm finishedYeah, yeah, yeah, give my lawyer a hundred and 50Ooh, ohYeah, yeah, yeah, God, can you hear me?Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't really with meYeah, yeah, yeah, main homies turned against meYeah, yeah, yeah, heard the story, think I'm finishedYeah, yeah, yeah, give my lawyer a hundred and 50Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't really with me