[Intro]
We sell liquid dope (gang!)
The lean man online (Let's get it!)
Damn...

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
I was deep in the field on this street shit
Late night I was starving ain't eat shit
Studio thinking hits, tryna get rich
Hanging with a lot of n***as that was counterfeit
I was too real tote a blue steel
Had a deal, had a deagle
No deal, I was breaking packs
Had to feed and go kill, post till I had M's
Then I had to go chill with a couple racks
I'm a real man
Studio 24 like a Laker fan
Street shit, had to take it in
War time out late I ain't take it in
I had to make amends
See you the red light
Creep on you with the red light
Strip a forty, getcha head right
Homocide slide
Ion't know nothing I was on the road doing shows so bye bye
Well connected like Wifi
Ion't know shit I can't tell on my guys
Smoking on this spinach game, Popeye
And my n***as do a drill
N***a up pipe call it show and tell
Light a n***a brain like emmit till
Do a drill, they for real, they'll kill
Well I'm signed to the streets, yeah
[Chorus]
This street shit ain't for everybody (no, no, no,no,no)
So I'm tell this shit to everybody (no, no, no,no,no)
So stay in yo lane (stay in yo lane)
You can't fit in with this crowd (nah)
Whats yo resume n***a? (what's your resume?)
You ain't no killer (you ain't no killer n***a)
I'm asking what's your resume n***a? (what's your resume n***a?)
I heard you ain't no killer (nah, nah, nah, nah)
Who with this street shit?

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
We was hugging them corners
N***as snitching they informing
Street shit was important
Back then I couldn't afford it
Yellow ice bitch stone Jeff Ford shit
They see how he spending them forges
Try to rob me, end up in a morgue place
Or storage place with no face
I'm talking 'bout I'ma hammer baking soda
If the block dryy then I'm taking over
Police they take it I'ma make it over
Give me a brick and I'ma break it over
You ready, I'm ready
You with it, I'm with it
Let's get it, you talk but don't get it
Put D in that skillet
I'm tryna get millions
I'm tryna get rich
Shit rich
Talking drug money, blood money
I love money, I wanna hug money
Well I got that (let’s get it)
Say I gotta when I got that
I’m loyal to my n***as
Out late night I be strollin' with my n***as (I just chill with my n***as)
On them corners I be hustlin' with my n***as (I’m just hustlin' with my n***as)
I'ma kill you if you fuck with my n***as
(GANG, let’s get it)
[Chorus]
This street shit ain't for everybody (no, no, no,no,no)
So I'm tell this shit to everybody (no, no, no,no,no)
So stay in yo lane (stay in yo lane)
You can't fit in with this crowd (nah)
Whats yo resume n***a? (what's your resume?)
You ain't no killer (you ain't no killer n***a)
I'm asking what's your resume n***a? (what's your resume n***a?)
I heard you ain't no killer (nah, nah, nah, nah)
Who with this street shit?