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Lil Durk - Quarantine In Houston Lyrics

[Intro]
(Ebon, you made this?)
(coco, this your season right now)
(Mark is on his way, boy)

[Verse 1: Bruh Bruh]
I got opps in jail, can't wait 'til they come home
Even if they livin' right, I'ma still do 'em wrong
I would save for Gooch but I don't know what side he on
Before I stand with a possum, I'll go to war alone
Cashed out on defense
Got lawyers in your defense
And this the thanks I get, no love in the trenches
Stuck in the gutter like I'm in (But I rose above it)
Ridin' in that Wraith (With the stars above it)
Tears fallin' down my face but I don't cry in public
Own family tryna play, so we dodge the public
If my life is like a moviе, pain would be the subject
Extra clips just to shoot it 'causе my life was rugged
No money, just blood, sweat, and tears with the budget
You don't understand my life so please don't judge it
We don't stop at red lights (We run those)
Glock nine on me (With the earholes)
Creepin' up your block, we done ran those
Leave your ass stiffer than a scarecrow
Got so many bodies, they'll put my ass on death row
Sorry, mama, I been dancin' with the devil
[Chorus: Bruh Bruh]
My phone ring, my mama call me
If it ain't 'bout no money, she don't never call me
She said she had a dream, the Lord was tryna call me
Same night, I had a shooutout, opps must've saw me (Saw me, yeah, yeah)
Saw me

[Verse 2: Lil Durk & Bruh Bruh]
Certain niggas ain't never killed (Oh, oh), I'm bein' real with you
And I'm real as my days ones, I shed some tears with you (Oh, oh)
Get off these drugs, wash away my pain, that shit'll still hit you (Shit'll still hit you)
Get off these drugs, wash off pain, that shit'll still get you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Jail calls, then depressed, seven, I tried to restrict you (Had to restrict you)
You ain't even the savage that you thought, they took your pistol (They took your pistol)
They ain't even identify his face, they had to go by dental (Had to go by dental)
I know some niggas forced to kill because that shit ain't in 'em
They killed they homie, I told 'em, "Go get him up" 'cause I had manners
They got me ridin' 'round with these choppers when I'm in Atlanta
I made the Billboard, I used to hang with scammers
They'll kill for, I had to bam hammer

[Chorus: Bruh Bruh]
My phone ring, my mama call me
If it ain't 'bout no money, she don't never call me
She said she had a dream, the Lord was tryna call me
Same night, I had a shooutout, opps must've saw me (Saw me, yeah, yeah)
Saw me