Young Chop - Resume lyrics

[Intro] We sell liquid dope (gang!) The weed man online (Let's get it!) Damn... [Verse 1: Lil Durk] I was deep in the field on this street sh** Late night I was starving ain't eat sh** Studio thinking hits, tryna get rich Hanging with a lot of n***as that was counterfeit I was too real tote a blue steel Had a deal, had a deagle No deal, I was breaking packs Had to feed and go k**, post till I had M's Then I had to go chill with a couple racks I'm a real man Studio 24 like a Laker fan Street sh**, had to take it in War time out late I ain't take it in I had to make amends See you the red light Creep on you with the red light Strip a forty, getcha head right I'ma side slide Ion't know nothing I was on the road doing shows so bye bye Well connected like Wifi Ion't know sh** I can't tell on my guys Smoking on this spinach game, Popeye And my n***as do a drill n***a up pipe call it show and tell Light a n***a brain like emmit till Do a drill, they for real, they'll k** Going outside to these streets, yeah [Hook] This street sh** ain't for everybody (no, no, no,no,no) So I'm tell this sh** to everybody (no, no, no,no,no) So stay in yo lane (stay in yo lane) You can't fit in with this crowd (nah) Whats yo resume n***a? (what's your resume?) You ain't no k**er (you ain't no k**er n***a) I'm asking what's your resume n***a? (what's your resume n***a?) I heard you ain't no k**er (nah, nah, nah, nah) Who with this street sh**? [Verse 2: Lil Durk] We was hugging them corners n***as snitching they informing Street sh** was important Back then I couldn't afford it Yellow ice b**h stone Jeff Ford sh** They see how he spending them forges Tryna rob me M and place With no face I'm talking 'bout arm and hammer baking soda If the block dryy then I'm taking over Police they take it I'ma make it over Give me a brick and I'ma break it over You ready, I'm ready You with it, I'm with it Let's get it, you talk but don't get it Put D in that sk**et I'm tryna get millions I'm tryna get rich sh** rich Talking drug money, blood money I love money, I wanna hug money