Dedication

[Intro] This is a [?] production [Chorus: Lil Durk] Running' duckin' law, smoker got no wind Pull up on 'em, pull the trigger, shoot, is he dead? And no one foot out, one foot in, is you scared? If I get back in that jam, I'm goin' fed, yeah yeah Streets politician, lil' cousin fucked up, want me to pay tuition I'm so moody off medication, this shit hard work, and dedication [Verse: Lil Durk] Granny call me a devil, ran the streets all night I ain't really got no levels all my bitches all type These niggas ain't count no check, these lil' niggas be all hype I was fucked up now I'm back, told 'em I'ma be all right Top ten flow, ballin' like I'm Kris Dunn I say Chicago, pick a gun like which one You ain't ever live in a crib with a junkie Goin' to sleep, gotta hide your money Wasn't no food, gotta hold my tummy Jumped in the streets, ain't talkin' 'bout bungee Couldn't keep no job, 'cause I was clumsy And I told my teacher I want no trouble And I hate when a fake nigga say he love you I grew up different, I'm from the city of Al Capone I got caught stealin', them people say that I grew up wrong Don't blame me, blame poverty Thirsty to get out and want my property Fast seven think about robbin' me You gon' have some wings like them Robin jeans [Chorus: Lil Durk] Running' duckin' law, smoker got no wind Pull up on 'em, pull the trigger, shoot, is he dead? And no one foot out, one foot in, is you scared? If I get back in that jam, I'm goin' fed, yeah yeah Streets politician, lil' cousin fucked up, want me to pay tuition I'm so moody off medication, this shit hard work and dedication