เนื้อเพลง 500 Homicides - Lil Durk

Oh!, these n*ggas ain't gangstas
Stay tryna take my lil homie off the streets huh
Free 'Nine b*tch!
We still got real n*ggas out here (so everybody gangsta now huh?)
Where you from n*gga?
Free the gas man, you ain't from where we from
I told my n*ggas we gon' make it man
It's a f*cking movement man
We a f*cking family, we ain't a gang
OTF, (SQUAD!)

These n*ggas is b*tches, getting info from b*tches
Go and tell to the piggies
I'm tryna get riches, and stay on that business
3 bro n*ggas snitching, my case almost over
You lucky it wasn't pendant
I put 2 in his limit, this 4-5 a limit
Extended clip for his n*ggas
And he ain't sh*t to his n*ggas
We don't hesitate, from DD and Bebe's just know that the opps ain't never safe
Load up the Glock, and reload the 8
Do a drill on the op, no clones I see dots
ACGs for the God's church and one power rock
I'm on the block
Hope my tape don't flop, and it go gold when it drop
I'm not a liar, start D'ing them baggies, and we risking indictment
Just to get flier than the first day ticket, united 300, the riot
Murder murder, kill kill, in the jam I'll never squeal
My label only time I deal
I f*ck with GB's most king snapes, foes into n*ggas under kneel
Silver spoon, you don't know how hunger feel
Dreaming 'bout 100 mil, step on that kerb with 100 pills
Western Union money to bro and them, in the cell doing 20 years
And I lost a couple of these n*ggas, and they ain't never seen 20 years, oh!
Heard them die when I was out of town, sh*t happen when I'm not around
Slide through every opp block and we up shots till they not around
What's up with this twitter beef?
Thought we was keepin' it in the streets?
They mad I'm in the winner seat, from the summer time 'till winter breeze
And choppa squeeze, b*tch go blaat, blaat, blaat!
I ain't even gotta rap, (rap, rap) racks in 'em trap (trap, trap)
One time no light bulb, bro n 'em got a lamp, (lamp, lamp)
Where you from you ain't stamped (stamp, stamp)
N*ggas know we the champ (champ, champ)
Got n*ggas sneak dissin', it ain't rap
Make a real n*gga gotta spit facts
Got some n*ggas saying keep it only rap
That's how these old n*ggas stay on the map
Headshot, we ain't getting into that
N*ggas tellin' hands full of pins and packs
Grab a pack, blood bleeding real bad
Doin' hit in a coupe, in a Range, or an Audi
F*ck a n*gga doubt me
All on my d*ck when they see me
Knowing this b*tch wanna be me
Hell yea you can die over a retweet
I'm grabbing my pole on mimi
I can't see a n*gga like Stevie
I won't tell, I'll take me a BG
Let's get it!
GANG!