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Lil Durk – Downfall Lyrics

Downfall Lyrics by Lil Durk


You my downfall, I hope you know that s**t
I can’t be around y’all, ’cause I can’t show you this
You gon’ do what you gotta do to sell that dog food
And if you got a good b***h, you gotta send her to law school
‘Cause you might need her, tell the feds leave my n****s alone
You my n***a, you my dog, you my dog fa’sho
You my n***a, and you right here for long
You my n***a, you my, you my n***a

You my n***a, that’s a fact, and you can’t lie to me, aye, woo
What I get paid on that block, that’s like your salary, uh, woah
Mandatory rules to the trenches, keep your gun on you
‘Fore the money even be involved, they be one hundred
F****n’ all these hoes state to state, I ain’t see love comin’
Slow down on that viagra, push from it, uh
Not what you do, just how you do it, ain’t what you say, it’s how you say it
You can think about the money, but it’s how you gonna chase it
They freed a couple killers, now they city goin’ up
And you only call me when you see me pourin’ up
And you snuck in tall, you don’t know if we know or not
And you brought me drinks, only time you threw a shot, wow
My other homie told my other homie
That my other homie other homie tryna kill him
That’s why I only f**k with a couple n****s
Get out this dope game, get a couple figures
Make my b***h c*m and then I’m comin’ with her
Real n****s only, ain’t no competition
We dropped Bloodas, now they sayin’ “Bloodas”
If I don’t know nothin’, I know our fans love us
I learn through rappin’, get some bands from it
You be around the fake, but I’ll stand from it

You my downfall, I hope you know that s**t
I can’t be around y’all, ’cause I can’t show you this
You gon’ do what you gotta do to sell that dog food
And if you got a good b***h, you gotta send her to law school
‘Cause you might need her, tell the feds leave my n****s alone
You my n***a, you my dog, you my dog fa’sho
You my n***a, and you right here for long
You my n***a, you my, you my, you my n***a

Don’t even fix your mouth to tell me that you loyal (keep that)
They only reason I spare you is because I love you (I swear)
A whole lot of choppers, couple Jewish lawyers (yeah)
Straight dope boy (yeah), Richard Porter (trap)
Took a lot of losses f****n’ with you n***a (trap)
Seen a lot of crosses f****n’ with you n***a (damn)
Yeah, we did dirt (yeah), yeah, I front you work (yeah)
Plugged on the syrup (yeah), but that s**t was curse (s**t!)
You like to get high, I like to get paid (okay)
I been on some hustlin’ s**t since 6th grade (aye, who dat?)
I’m the one your mom and daddy told you stay away from
But I’m the one who that told you, “F**k them hoes, let’s get this paper”
Count a million, smoke a n***a at the same time (hey)
Rich n***a, me and you ain’t on the same time (it’s Dolph)
On the stage or in the trap, I’m the same n***a (it’s Dolph)
You ain’t ever elevated, just the same n***a

You my downfall, I hope you know that s**t
I can’t be around y’all, ’cause I can’t show you this
You gon’ do what you gotta do to sell that dog food
And if you got a good b***h, you gotta send her to law school
‘Cause you might need her, tell the feds leave my n****s alone
You my n***a, you my dog, you my dog fa’sho
You my n***a, and you right here for long
You my n***a, you my, you my, you my n***a

You my n***a, you my dog since the sandbox
I been runnin’ with some killers, we got hand Glocks
Sippin’ syrup, I’m movin’ slow like a grandpa
Kept it real from the jump, these n****s changed up
All these diamonds on my neck, they gettin’ tangled up
Hearin’ rumors ’bout my main man snortin’ dust
We ain’t have no ride, we’d steal a car, we’ll catch the bus
I wish Lil Juan could see me now, a n***a rich as f**k
F**k a nine-to-five, I’m sellin’ whole things
I was down bad on my d**k, I didn’t have no dreams
I swear to God I had a hundred racks at eighteen
Sittin’ in the cell, goin’ hard, they tryna mace me
Every n***a who do some’ gon’ have to face me
Told my b***h that she can leave, she won’t replace me
Doin’ what I’m ‘posed to do, I know they hate me
Let me stand up on they a*s until they take me

You my downfall, I hope you know that s**t
I can’t be around y’all, ’cause I can’t show you this
You gon’ do what you gotta do to sell that dog food
And if you got a good b***h, you gotta send her to law school
‘Cause you might need her, tell the feds leave my n****s alone
You my n***a, you my dog, you my dog fa’sho
You my n***a, and you right here for long
You my n***a, you my, you my, you my n***a


Signed To The Streets 3 (2018)

01. “Treacherous
02. “Don’t Talk to Me” featuring Gunna
03. “Spin the Block” featuring Future
04. “Neighborhood Hero
05. “100 Grand” featuring Ty Dolla $ign and A Boogie wit da Hoodie
06. “Habit
07. “Skrubs
08. “Play With Us” featuring Kevin Gates
09. “Preach
10. “India, Pt. II
11. “Spazz
12. “Home Body” featuring Gunna and TK Kravitz
13. “Benihana” featuring Kodak Black
14. “I Know
15. “Astronomical
16. “Downfall” featuring Young Dolph and Lil Baby
17. “Did for the Streets
18. “It What It Is
19. “Way More
20. “Rockstar” featuring Lil Skies