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[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 niggas 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 niggas do a drill Nigga up pipe call it show and tell Light a nigga 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 nigga? (what's your resume?) You ain't no killer (you ain't no killer nigga) I'm asking what's your resume nigga? (what's your resume nigga?) 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 Niggas 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 niggas Out late night I be strollin' with my niggas (I just chill with my niggas) On them corners I be hustlin' with my niggas (I’m just hustlin' with my niggas) I'ma kill you if you fuck with my niggas (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 nigga? (what's your resume?) You ain't no killer (you ain't no killer nigga) I'm asking what's your resume nigga? (what's your resume nigga?) I heard you ain't no killer (nah, nah, nah, nah) Who with this street shit?