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Factors

by Lil Durk

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Drugs, crackers Robbers, scammers Rappers, trappers All the murderers Non, factors Factors, shooters Packs, run up Got 'em, got 'em You're nobody 'til somebody kills you But where I'm from you're nobody 'til you kill somebody Know some shawtys under 12, they got bodies Gotta hustle on your money to fight bodies I got addicted to drugs Elementary hanging with thugs Pop a ecstasy, made me a bug When my family show me no love Tryin' put the truth under the rug Don't tweak, I'm a big capper Your street nigga head capped guns Chicago I don't cap one I'm tryin' Trey Pound something We out here Rose where I'm from Only time D Rose and Simeon Rest In Peace lil' Yummy, one of ours Young nigga official, he a tootie Every nigga in the city had a moment Every nigga in the city keep it on 'em My 2 hands never show it Buy nick' bags come up short Boy, we shooting on one-on-one Chanel glasses, these one-on-one Ain't have nothin', I was coming up Now I'm rich, got me pourin' up Durkio, bitch, I'm glowin' up Street nigga, they need more of us They'll never see them hoeing us Drugs, crackers Robbers, scammers Rappers, trappers All the murderers Non, factors Factors, shooters Packs, run up Got 'em, got 'em You're nobody 'til somebody kills you But where I'm from you're nobody 'til you kill somebody Know some shawtys under 12, they got bodies Gotta hustle to your money to fight bodies Gotta robbed in my city, shit locked in Can't hide in the club we gon' pop in Y'all bullied them niggas, we not them You ain't never in yo' life seen a Glock 10 They got my dog on tip Shit, what's thats stoppin'? (nothin') Wrap that bitch up good in a .40 and before you throw a hoodie on nigga we slidin' Y'all niggas gotta one killer And every conversation, that nigga our topic Who gon' shoot for you when he gone? Y'all stayin' in the house after we drop him (Why you always talkin' 'bout guns?) What? (Why you glorify murder?) What? (Y'all niggas 'posed to be together) What? (Y'all 'posed to stand up for a purpose) Listen, where I'm from, it's a whole warzone goin' on Where you from, that's probably unheard of I can't squash it, they can't neither For years, we been killin' each other's brothers For years, my own hood hated each other Started off fightin', ended up clutchin' Ended up seein' them niggas in traffic This time we was older So niggas bustin', fuck it Drugs, crackers Robbers, scammers Rappers, trappers All the murderers Non, factors Factors, shooters Packs, run up Got 'em, got 'em You're nobody 'til somebody kills you But where I'm from you're nobody 'til you kill somebody Know some shawtys under 12, they got bodies Gotta hustle to your money to fight bodies

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