Viral Moment By Lil Durk
Touch a trend be wildin’ with it
I pour up Hennes’ out the Lamb’ truck, fell asleep slime
I thought them niggas had my back but I’m steady seein’ signs
And I can’t turn my back on [?], like I ain’t see him tryin’
These tears shed, whenever he dead, it’s different from seein’ him die
Bah, get close up on ’em, you know that *** be graphic
You gotta pop out with that ratchet, you know this *** get tragic
And you can’t fumble with that stick, you know this *** ain’t Madden
All that *** you did in the streets, you know that *** gon’ vanish
Yeah, I pop these pills, they try to read my thoughts
And you can’t dig back in your past because you got time you lost
And make that time up for your kids ’cause you know time ain’t bought
Booka bought me a diamond cross but he know he won’t cross me
They turnt their back and said they’d *** me, yeah, that’s when they lost
I put Bugatti inside the Cartier because I’m feelin’ boss
They feel some type of way in the county jail, I told them, “Call me”
I built a relationship with the real with niggas who never saw me
Yeah, I seen my chance and that’s when I grabbed it
*** bein’ a hunnid, I spent a couple hunnids on niggas tablets
Lean gave me chest pains, that’s when I popped the Perky tablets
I tried to get that family vibe for niggas who wasn’t established
You do that *** again, what you did, so bro gon’ get you a casket
I did *** for niggas without them askin’
I broke pounds for niggas without the matches
I don’t *** with you, I’ma tell you now even though I got it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This *** was different, we was together like ten years ago
And I don’t talk to a lotta niggas, but they still the bros
The one that I ain’t talk to back then know they still hoes
And some niggas try to hide their hate but that still shows
I never *** on block hoes because I call ’em sisters
One hate me right now as I speak because I called her a ***
Cut the loose ends, I cut ’em off, they try to stay I’m a butcher
***, you a rat, never mind, I changed my life, I’m Muslim
I talked to Chops on FaceTime, he said, “Damn, you back smokin'”
He said, “That back door damn near closed,” I said, “It’s back open”
I say, “These blocks could be back one,” he said, “You back hopin'”
You gotta watch the niggas you love ’cause they still backdoorin’
He ain’t got no hope in beatin’ his trial because he lost his motion
Bro got life, he don’t know how *** smell, that’s why he *** his lotion
I know some real niggas would lose it all for a viral moment
My dreads swing, I feel like Wayne, show me my opponent
And I like talkin’ to the streets, like
When you say you the voice, you gotta, like, open up, like
Tell *** what it is, like, you can’t hold nothin’ back
You gotta relate to them, relate to the poverty, you know what I’m sayin’?
Relate to the trenches (Yeah, yeah)
You know, I can’t be talkin’ ’bout a Richard Mille all the time (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Know what I’m sayin’? (Yeah)
Some of the guys don’t even know what the *** a Richard Mille is
Know what I’m sayin’? You gotta relate, all angles, know what I’m sayin’?
The voice
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
