[Intro]
(JD on the track)
(It's a Leek-e-leek banger)

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
My young n***as go 7:30, these fuck n***as, they tryna hurt me
This street shit, we ain't worried, like shout out my brother Birdie
Ooh, and you can't call us broke 'cause we count up too much money, uh, uh
And my n***as ain't 'bout that rah-rah, they gon' do what they say they is
Opps be all on my top, that four-five, that's a lemon squeeze
See my brother tried to beast, they chapter threes
I keep that FN on me 'cause they want me

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
They say they catch me, they gon' do me dirty
Two in my head like a Wall jersey
Slept in the trenches, roaches crawled on me
Ain't like no pictures 'cause my wall's dirty
Had a baby by a bitch who with the other turf
For Booka do double life for my brother worth
They wanna see me down, they see my mother hurt
We don't fall out for no n***as, I put my brother first
I'ma take these Perkies 'til my stomach burst
I lost my cousin, made my stomach hurt
And with this fame, I'll kill any n***a wanna see Varney hurt
Put my life on the line for n***as who don't put me first
[Chorus: Lil Durk & Booka600]
My young n***as go 7:30, these fuck n***as, they tryna hurt me
This street shit, we ain't worried, like shout out my brother Birdie
Ooh, and you can't call us broke 'cause we count up too much money, uh, uh
And my n***as ain't 'bout that rah-rah, they gon' do what they say they is
Opps be all on my top, that four-five, that's a lemon squeeze (OTF)
See my brother tried to beast, they chapter threes
I keep that FN on me 'cause they want me

[Verse 2: Booka600 & Lil Durk]
And my brothers, I believe 'em, until the end I guarantee, yeah
You got my loyalty indeed and a couple Glocks if you need
And we gon' stick to the procedure, you got my back and always even
We just some vultures, they can't seize us, we go to war for four season
Only The Fam', yeah, that's my legion, from the nine, you could catch this ether
Watch the bullets catch and watch his soul leave him
Ayy, Booka, they called us creatures
Bro, they tweakin'
They play with me, I leave 'em, that's on Steve Drive

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
My young n***as go 7:30, these fuck n***as, they tryna hurt me
This street shit, we ain't worried, like shout out my brother Birdie
Ooh, and you can't call us broke 'cause we count up too much money, uh, uh
And my n***as ain't 'bout that rah-rah, they gon' do what they say they is
Opps be all on my top, that four-five, that's a lemon squeeze
See my brother tried to beast, they chapter threes
I keep that FN on me 'cause they want me