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Lil Durk
Ayy, pull up, Lamb
They ain't doing they job, they ain't serve and protectin'
Even street niggas need that love and affection
Big homies not big homies, they ain't tryna give direction
The advice they gave to me, I told them niggas they could've kept it
Could've stayed on the porch
But jumped inside the streets, I had a selection
Ain't no back and forth talkin' on the 'net, we send a message
You want the King
You want that Tigerhead like the nigga off of Tekken
Put blood, sweat, and tears inside of this shit, you gotta respect it
You ain't did shit for the streets, so how you gon' put a word in?
I'ma do what all I can do, but I ain't never say I was perfect
Man, that gun heavy, palms sweaty, you acting nervous
Put a 100,000 on his head, that's two verses
The county days, I used to wake up, wash up with the Jergens
She told me three niggas she fucked, when I went in, she was a virgin
And I can't hang around no bitch niggas, I'm too allergic
An iPhone plus an iPhone, two jail calls, I merge it
The one I called my brother not my brother
'Cause he told them other niggas we not brothers
I can't tell a nigga that I meant that
I love him, I be lying, I don't love him
Get in my feelings when I pop all prescriptions
I take all these pills and I crush 'em
If you ain't known for having cash or that bag
They gon' treat you like you nothing
Don't be telling me 'bout your block, nigga, fuck them
You can't bring your ass around if you say fuck twin
Into it with us, kiss your kids, make sure they tucked in
250s in a millennium clip, that's a buck-ten
The one you look up to a pussy, his nuts tucked in
Ain't hide the guns fast enough, the police rushed in
And since you died for your gang, you got slumped in
You pull up bleeding out that pussy, you got a sucker then
You signed your name up on that statement, you got the best font
You asked me do I love you? Mhm, I'm nonchalant
Went on the 'Gram, seen an opp died, that's when I sparked a blunt
Maybe sipped a lil' lean too, but that's not the point
A lot of money through Western Union get you a blocked account
I'm on camera, I got a case, so foenem knock 'em out
We move the same, we all as one, that's what I'm talking 'bout
I'm the same, you touch my chain, foenem chalk 'em out, yeah, yeah
The one I called my brother not my brother
'Cause he told them other niggas we not brothers
I can't tell a nigga that I meant that
I love him, I be lying, I don't love him
Get in my feelings when I pop all prescriptions
I take all these pills and I crush 'em
If you ain't known for having cash or that bag
They gon' treat you like you nothing
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"Street Affection" de Lil Durk es una inmersión cruda y sin filtros en la vida en las calles, explorando la desilusión, la traición y la búsqueda de significado en un entorno violento y desconfiado. La canción refleja la realidad de muchos jóvenes que crecen en comunidades marginadas, donde la violencia, la falta de oportunidades y la traición son moneda corriente. Lil Durk, conocido por su estilo "drill" y letras honestas, retrata la complejidad de las relaciones en este contexto, donde la lealtad es difícil de encontrar y la confianza es constantemente puesta a prueba. El tema principal gira en torno a la falta de amor y afecto genuino, no solo a nivel romántico, sino también en las relaciones fraternales y en la búsqueda de figuras paternas en las calles. La canción revela la desconfianza del artista hacia sus "hermanos" y las figuras de autoridad, además de reflejar la necesidad de encontrar su propia identidad y propósito en un mundo caótico. El uso de la droga y las armas, el peligro constante de la muerte y la presencia de la policía ilustran la lucha diaria de sobrevivir en un entorno donde la violencia es común.
Ayy, pull up, Lamb They ain't doing they job, they ain't serve and protectin' Even street niggas need that love and affection Big homies not big homies, they ain't tryna give direction The advice they gave to me, I told them niggas they could've kept it Could've stayed on the porch But jumped inside the streets, I had a selection Ain't no back and forth talkin' on the 'net, we send a message You want the King You want that Tigerhead like the nigga off of Tekken Put blood, sweat, and tears inside of this shit, you gotta respect it You ain't did shit for the streets, so how you gon' put a word in? I'ma do what all I can do, but I ain't never say I was perfect Man, that gun heavy, palms sweaty, you acting nervous Put a 100,000 on his head, that's two verses The county days, I used to wake up, wash up with the Jergens She told me three niggas she fucked, when I went in, she was a virgin And I can't hang around no bitch niggas, I'm too allergic An iPhone plus an iPhone, two jail calls, I merge it The one I called my brother not my brother 'Cause he told them other niggas we not brothers I can't tell a nigga that I meant that I love him, I be lying, I don't love him Get in my feelings when I pop all prescriptions I take all these pills and I crush 'em If you ain't known for having cash or that bag They gon' treat you like you nothing Don't be telling me 'bout your block, nigga, fuck them You can't bring your ass around if you say fuck twin Into it with us, kiss your kids, make sure they tucked in 250s in a millennium clip, that's a buck-ten The one you look up to a pussy, his nuts tucked in Ain't hide the guns fast enough, the police rushed in And since you died for your gang, you got slumped in You pull up bleeding out that pussy, you got a sucker then You signed your name up on that statement, you got the best font You asked me do I love you? Mhm, I'm nonchalant Went on the 'Gram, seen an opp died, that's when I sparked a blunt Maybe sipped a lil' lean too, but that's not the point A lot of money through Western Union get you a blocked account I'm on camera, I got a case, so foenem knock 'em out We move the same, we all as one, that's what I'm talking 'bout I'm the same, you touch my chain, foenem chalk 'em out, yeah, yeah The one I called my brother not my brother 'Cause he told them other niggas we not brothers I can't tell a nigga that I meant that I love him, I be lying, I don't love him Get in my feelings when I pop all prescriptions I take all these pills and I crush 'em If you ain't known for having cash or that bag They gon' treat you like you nothing
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