Biography:
Durk Banks (born October 19, 1993), better known by his stage name Lil Durk, is an American hip hop artist from Chicago, Illinois, USA. He is the lead member and founder of his own collective and record label, Only the Family.
He has released several mixtapes since 2011, including I'm A Hitta, Life Ain't No Joke, Signed To The Streets, Signed To The Streets 2.
He released his debut album Remember My Name on June 2, 2015.
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[Intro]
|C#m |C#m |C#m |G#m
[Hook]
C#m
Came a long way to a mansion crib
C#m
I had roaches out my granny crib
C#m
Jumped into the streets on accident
G#m
Police snatched me up they better not ask me shit
C#m
I don't want no Quali I want some Actavis
C#m
I bet that nigga won't lack again
C#m
Remember I had them 2s for 10s
G#m
Put me on child support you better not ask for shit
C#m
On my dead body
C#m
I remember wakin' up and seeing a dead body
C#m
And I can't go back on my word that's on my dead body
G#m
Don't come to my funeral crying ova my dead body
C#m
And I ain't gon' pick you out I'm talking 'bout everybody
C#m
I remember selling weed inside some Ed Hardy's
C#m
My homie he the police he might be fed probably
G#m
That's on my dead body
[Verse 1]
C#m
You ain't never been in a shootout with yo' homie he ain't shoot back
C#m
Niggas don't try me when I'm by myself 'cause I'm too strapped
C#m
Always tryin' to fix some shit where its loose at
G#m
Couldn't get none to eat where I'm at I sold loose squares
C#m
Tryin' tell my judge my story like who cares
C#m
Can't explain the love I got in for Dahmir (for my son)
C#m
Don't come outside when it's war I think you scared
G#m
Wasn't in my life I tell my kids you dead
C#m
Know some niggas that'll snake their homies for some meds
C#m
Know some niggas that don't take care of their homies in the feds
C#m
Know some niggas that took some gunshots to the head
G#m
No reaction and scream "gang gang" when I'm dead
C#m
Please be greater, don't please these haters
C#m
When that Bentley pouting, like please these gators
C#m
I don't cry at wakings, I'ma grieve later
G#m
You don't believe me now, you gon' believe me later
C#m
You ain't bleeding now, you gon' bleed later
C#m
We don't buy 5s 7s, nigga we take 'em
C#m
Pereocet eater, I told Rex take 'em
G#m
And that money change ya
I told Rex thank you
[Hook]
C#m
Came a long way to a mansion crib
C#m
I had roaches out my granny crib
C#m
Jumped into the streets on accident
G#m
Police snatched me up they better not ask me shit
C#m
I don't want no Quali I want some Actavis
C#m
I bet that nigga won't lack again
C#m
Remember I had them 2s for 10s
G#m
Put me on child support you better not ask for shit
C#m
On my dead body
C#m
I remember wakin' up and seeing a dead body
C#m
And I can't go back on my word that's on my dead body
G#m
Don't come to my funeral crying ova my dead body
C#m
And I ain't gon' pick you out I'm talking 'bout everybody
C#m
I remember selling weed inside some Ed Hardy's
C#m
My homie he the police he might be fed probably
G#m
That's on my dead body
[Verse 2]
C#m
I'ma attached to my babies
They be drivin' me crazy
C#m
My three sons crazy
Make my daughters ladies
C#m
Turn these thous to millions
Goin broke prevent it
G#m
I be on my enemies
101 percentage
C#m
Don't fuck wit no sucker niggas
My life I adjusted wit it
C#m
I snake you just to get it
No wonder why I keep my distance
C#m
Wonder why I keep my pistol
Had fame since we was little
G#m
Kept guns from being bullied
Cap guns to keep em fully
C#m
My teacher tried to push me
I need them birds like Wukey
C#m
My bitch I love her pussy
For thirty thousand book me
C#m
They steady tryna book me
Smoke a pound of cookie
G#m
A designer junkie
I done survived the jungle
C#m
Imma survive the struggle
Forever got ride wit muscle
C#m
These ain't right act like they love me
C#m
Homicide, homicide if a nigga touch me
G#m
Facts, oh
C#m
A shame on you mean that's a shame on me
C#m
Got fame on you mean thats fame for me
C#m
If you get 100 years, that the same for me
G#m
I'll forgive you for what you did just explain to me
[Hook]
C#m
Came a long way to a mansion crib
C#m
I had roaches out my granny crib
C#m
Jumped into the streets on accident
G#m
Police snatched me up they better not ask me shit
C#m
I don't want no Quali I want some Actavis
C#m
I bet that nigga won't lack again
C#m
Remember I had them 2s for 10s
G#m
Put me on child support you better not ask for shit
C#m
On my dead body
C#m
I remember wakin' up and seeing a dead body
C#m
And I can't go back on my word that's on my dead body
G#m
Don't come to my funeral crying ova my dead body
C#m
And I ain't gon' pick you out I'm talking 'bout everybody
C#m
I remember selling weed inside some Ed Hardy's
C#m
My homie he the police he might be fed probably
G#m
That's on my dead body
|C#m |C#m |C#m |G#m
[Hook]
C#m
Came a long way to a mansion crib
C#m
I had roaches out my granny crib
C#m
Jumped into the streets on accident
G#m
Police snatched me up they better not ask me shit
C#m
I don't want no Quali I want some Actavis
C#m
I bet that nigga won't lack again
C#m
Remember I had them 2s for 10s
G#m
Put me on child support you better not ask for shit
C#m
On my dead body
C#m
I remember wakin' up and seeing a dead body
C#m
And I can't go back on my word that's on my dead body
G#m
Don't come to my funeral crying ova my dead body
C#m
And I ain't gon' pick you out I'm talking 'bout everybody
C#m
I remember selling weed inside some Ed Hardy's
C#m
My homie he the police he might be fed probably
G#m
That's on my dead body
[Verse 1]
C#m
You ain't never been in a shootout with yo' homie he ain't shoot back
C#m
Niggas don't try me when I'm by myself 'cause I'm too strapped
C#m
Always tryin' to fix some shit where its loose at
G#m
Couldn't get none to eat where I'm at I sold loose squares
C#m
Tryin' tell my judge my story like who cares
C#m
Can't explain the love I got in for Dahmir (for my son)
C#m
Don't come outside when it's war I think you scared
G#m
Wasn't in my life I tell my kids you dead
C#m
Know some niggas that'll snake their homies for some meds
C#m
Know some niggas that don't take care of their homies in the feds
C#m
Know some niggas that took some gunshots to the head
G#m
No reaction and scream "gang gang" when I'm dead
C#m
Please be greater, don't please these haters
C#m
When that Bentley pouting, like please these gators
C#m
I don't cry at wakings, I'ma grieve later
G#m
You don't believe me now, you gon' believe me later
C#m
You ain't bleeding now, you gon' bleed later
C#m
We don't buy 5s 7s, nigga we take 'em
C#m
Pereocet eater, I told Rex take 'em
G#m
And that money change ya
I told Rex thank you
[Hook]
C#m
Came a long way to a mansion crib
C#m
I had roaches out my granny crib
C#m
Jumped into the streets on accident
G#m
Police snatched me up they better not ask me shit
C#m
I don't want no Quali I want some Actavis
C#m
I bet that nigga won't lack again
C#m
Remember I had them 2s for 10s
G#m
Put me on child support you better not ask for shit
C#m
On my dead body
C#m
I remember wakin' up and seeing a dead body
C#m
And I can't go back on my word that's on my dead body
G#m
Don't come to my funeral crying ova my dead body
C#m
And I ain't gon' pick you out I'm talking 'bout everybody
C#m
I remember selling weed inside some Ed Hardy's
C#m
My homie he the police he might be fed probably
G#m
That's on my dead body
[Verse 2]
C#m
I'ma attached to my babies
They be drivin' me crazy
C#m
My three sons crazy
Make my daughters ladies
C#m
Turn these thous to millions
Goin broke prevent it
G#m
I be on my enemies
101 percentage
C#m
Don't fuck wit no sucker niggas
My life I adjusted wit it
C#m
I snake you just to get it
No wonder why I keep my distance
C#m
Wonder why I keep my pistol
Had fame since we was little
G#m
Kept guns from being bullied
Cap guns to keep em fully
C#m
My teacher tried to push me
I need them birds like Wukey
C#m
My bitch I love her pussy
For thirty thousand book me
C#m
They steady tryna book me
Smoke a pound of cookie
G#m
A designer junkie
I done survived the jungle
C#m
Imma survive the struggle
Forever got ride wit muscle
C#m
These ain't right act like they love me
C#m
Homicide, homicide if a nigga touch me
G#m
Facts, oh
C#m
A shame on you mean that's a shame on me
C#m
Got fame on you mean thats fame for me
C#m
If you get 100 years, that the same for me
G#m
I'll forgive you for what you did just explain to me
[Hook]
C#m
Came a long way to a mansion crib
C#m
I had roaches out my granny crib
C#m
Jumped into the streets on accident
G#m
Police snatched me up they better not ask me shit
C#m
I don't want no Quali I want some Actavis
C#m
I bet that nigga won't lack again
C#m
Remember I had them 2s for 10s
G#m
Put me on child support you better not ask for shit
C#m
On my dead body
C#m
I remember wakin' up and seeing a dead body
C#m
And I can't go back on my word that's on my dead body
G#m
Don't come to my funeral crying ova my dead body
C#m
And I ain't gon' pick you out I'm talking 'bout everybody
C#m
I remember selling weed inside some Ed Hardy's
C#m
My homie he the police he might be fed probably
G#m
That's on my dead body
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