Man of My Word lyrics

[Intro: Lil Durk]
You don't know what it took
(IRoccOnTheBeat)
(Nile, I hear you)
(You made this sh*t, Pharaoh)

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
How she acting funny? I bought her her titties
n*gga she be f*ckin' ain't none of my business
Upping my quota, that's a part of my Fendi
Don't matter where I'm at, b*tch, I'm known for the trenches
We the first n*ggas put drums in the city
We robbed the n*ggas, put drugs in the city
f*ck where you from 'cause I know that you with it
Check on his ass, I'ma handle my business
Trust you enough to f*ck you more than once
And you gotta be a killer just to hang with us
If you talkin' 'bout murders, there's no hangin' up
Run up on 'em, BOW, ain't no onе-on-one
I got the money, so who I'm runnin' from?
I got a lawyеr that cost a honey bun
Before I buy pus*y, I'll buy a hundred guns
Judge told me n*gga died with my gun
2010 Reese said Ralph Lauren
Died close, feel like he died in my arms
Reinstated, they denied my bond
A n*gga play with Smurk, he not that smart
Sucked it twice and I'm still not hard
n*ggas cry out loud when they gettin' shot
That n*gga word don't stand on my block
f*ck what you heard, I'm the man of my block
[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Stop playin', b*tch, I'm Smurk
b*tch get naked, gotta put on my merch
I got your Uber, I kept my word
She freak, actin' like she a nerd
No shirt when I'm off this Perc'
They slide every time we heard
Lost bro, I know it hurt
We gon' catch 'em first

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Yeah, we runnin' game on them, boy gotta sit out
After I hit, tell Amir, "Make her get out"
Hundred mil come and I still ain't gon' chill out
I'm really down, I'ma show how I'm get down
Hard on the b*tch, man, I should've been pimpin'
Hard in these streets, the majority with me
You can't be serious, you gotta be kiddin' me
I'm really laughin', these lil' n*ggas temptin' me
I get offended when n*ggas say, "Tap in"
I bought lil' bro 'nem Celine just to trap in
I got more clothes in my closet than Saks Fifth
I watched JB make a deuce do a backflip
I know you really don't know, you just act hip
I done took off for real, now how that feel?
Bro ain't never gon' change, I know that's real
Just run outta here, straight to the backfield
I sleep good every night, now I'm happy
"How you go where you go?" I'm a trapper for real
"How you know what you know?" I adapted for real
We too rich with the feds, we put sh*t in the mail
My lifestyle expensive, this sh*t high as hell
Lil' bro tryna score, so I gave him a layup
I gotta go somewhere, no I can't lay up
b*tch, stop playin', you better not tell
[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Stop playin', b*tch, I'm Smurk
b*tch get naked, gotta put on my merch
I got your Uber, I kept my word
She freak, actin' like she a nerd
No shirt when I'm off this Perc'
They slide every time we heard
Lost bro, I know it hurt
We gon' catch 'em first