Lil Durk - The Story 2.5 lyrics

(ATL Jacob)
On my son this shit was a freestyle
You know what I'm sayin'?
I just, when this muthafucka
Spoke to my mind, so if I
Ain't say yo name just know
I love y'all for sure
You know what I'm sayin'
No hard feelings you feel me?

Late night sleepin' through the gunshots
(yeah)
Yeah, police sirens that shit everywhere
No one to blame 'cause ain't no victim there
(Victim there)
Can't get no justice 'cause no one cares
(No one cares)
All I had was all the trappers
All I had was all the trappers
All I had was all the rap
Niggas that's hood tryin' come up


All I had was the dope dealers (yeah, yeah)
All I had was the dope dealers (yeah, yeah)
Neighborhood hero
Fell out with my main nigga, yeah
I thought that really loved him
Shout-out to my nigga Varney but you
Know that's that nigga brother
Rex that's my dawg forever, never undercover
(No, no)
And these bitches wanna fuck and suck on us
But we'll never love 'em yeah (Get back)
Randy always got the weed, yeah yeah yeah
Ikey off the flats t’d, yeah, yeah, yeah
And you know what Twin doin'
Ridin' around with that 100 shots (Brrrr)
On that 20 block perimeter
Tryna look for opps (Where you at?)
No tellin' what Jason and Dthang doin'
They probably with thots (Eaters)
Can't mention none of my old homies
They party with opps (Bitches)
Catch Hypno on Damen he ridin' with mops
(Gang, gang)
Even though that nigga gangster
He ride with us (Gang, gang)
Tory he from Canada, Doodie from Kankakee
(Forreal, forreal)
We did shit with the whole Lam
But they secret safe with me
Chubbz and OJ leave you slumped
If you play with me (Forreal, forreal)
I can't tell you foe'nem name
But they play with C (Shh)
I'd say fuck rap and shoot a nigga
Dead if they play with Steve (Brrrr)
Gotta keep it low
Shout-out Boonie Moe but he play with keys
(He do) bitch skin yellow he drugged as
Hell off the rim thang
GL and Mayski puttin' on all black
Just to get that rent paid (Gang, gang)
Me and D Town ain't seein' eye-to-eye
But I love them boys (My brothers)
They saved my life and they don't know
That's why I love them for it (My brothers)
I love O'Block
We had some words that shit like tug of war
(My niggas) that shit went far but not that
Far them boys my brothers, boy
(On God) heard some shit with THF but
I don't believe the rumors (My niggas)
Them my real brothers so we
Cannot get into it (My shooters)
That shit what Top and 'em did
Just forget 'em for it
You know we gang-gang, gang-gang, 300
Glory Boyz (3Hunna)
300 two times my 600s (600)
A show or not a show for sure
For sure them boys is comin'
(Forreal, forreal)
Rondo caught a case, Zoo caught a case
(Facts)
I had caught a case, Dede caught a case
(Facts)
We couldn't get out at once that shit lame
(Facts) they say I left them in that
Jail hangin' that shit pain (False)
Like that hurt my feelings (yeah, yeah)
I know that hurt you nigga (That hurt you)
Night time made you go in the
Crib like a curfew nigga
What's crazy, Baby D
You think I hurt you nigga (That shit crazy)
Ain't gon' talk about my past relation
But you hurt your nigga (Bitch)
Dogg Pound took me in when I had no one
Nigga (No one, nigga)
We go way back
Way way back we had no guns with us
(Young niggas) murdertown gang gang they was
Turnt up with us (My niggas)
Man Jane, E Rob, Tyson
Smooth know what it is (Forreal, forreal)
Lil Law daughter, Lil Charles son
I love them kids (I love them kids)
And I gave them what they
Want when no one did (When no one did)
Three boys, two daughters, I love all my kids
(On God) i heard rumors they not mine
But I know my kids (Let's get it)
Now I'ma talk to the streets as
I always talked to the dead (Talk to dead)
How you a killer and a snitch?
You threw in the flag (Damn)
Reese Money, Fredo, SD
Rondo, L'A, Nuski, Booka, Chief Keef
(yeah, yeah)
Take it back to 2012 when we had a bond
(Had a bond)
When the whole gang had deals and we had fun
(Had fun)
Rell that's my brother like my dad's son
(My dad's son)
I ain't never got no abortion case
Say on my dead son (No, no)
I fuck with the Ts, 4s, GDs, BDs, Moes
(Gang, gang)
Fuck with the kings, souls, mafias
And all the cobras
All the upcoming rappers I salute ya
Don't get in my way tryna get
Some fame I'll shoot ya (Bang)
I'll take off these Gucci loafers and suit up
(Turn up)
Pop me a Percocet might leave y'all boot up

Boot up i'm boot up
I'm boot up i'm boot up
I'm boot up i'm boot up
I'm boot up