Lil Durk - Turn Myself In lyrics

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Lil Durk - Turn Myself In lyrics

[Intro] Ooh Squat made the beat Turn me up, Josh Ooh Go Grizz Ooh W-W-W-Winner's Circle [Chorus] Yeah, yeah, yeah, God, can you hear me? Yeah, yeah, yeah, ni**as ain't really with me Yeah, yeah, yeah, main homies turned against me Yeah, yeah, yeah, heard the story, think I'm finished Yeah, yeah, yeah, give my lawyer a hundred and 50 Ooh, oh [Verse 1] I wish I would turn myself in before I fu*k one last time I wish I would turn myself in before I pour up one pint I wish I would turn myself in without kissin' my kids, no, it ain't right I wish I would turn myself in without playin' that sh*t back that night I wish I would turn myself in without droppin' my album I wish I would put trust in a ni**a knowin' they goin' sour I told 'em I wish I would, I fu*k her in the bu*t, go douche Told her put a big bag on my books, make sure my artist get pushed Look up at the judge, can't look, stay makin' up lies for sure I'm a innocent man for sure, it is what it is for sure Nobody gon' ride, had a warrant so I can't hide India gon' stay by my side, I did a song with Chance tonight He gave me positive vibes, to better my image for life I turn myself in tonight, head down with these cuffs on, then read me my rights [Chorus] Yeah, yeah, yeah, God, can you hear me? Yeah, yeah, yeah, ni**as ain't really with me Yeah, yeah, yeah, main homies turned against me Yeah, yeah, yeah, heard the story, think I'm finished Yeah, yeah, yeah, give my lawyer a hundred and 50 Ooh, oh [Verse 2] I got five million followers, I need five million dollars I scream "Free Melly" from my cell even though they ain't got 'em Mmm, free Von, free Zoo, even though they got the same problem Mmm, false accusation, why they name droppin'? They wanna know if I'm rappin' or robbin', takin' these drugs for family problems I get a call, I call my mama, mmm, I'm sorry I get a bond, not givin' them property, no, I can't tell, that's part of the policy If you don't fu*k with me, ni**a, then fu*k you, but I show love for ni**as apart of me I went from Margielas to state shoes, Amiri denims to jump suits Locked in a cell with a curfew, in population, they can hurt you No PC, commissary and receipts, fan mail, I gotta reread New rappers wanna be, can't be me, I'm gangsta [Chorus] Yeah, yeah, yeah, God, can you hear me? Yeah, yeah, yeah, ni**as ain't really with me Yeah, yeah, yeah, main homies turned against me Yeah, yeah, yeah, heard the story, think I'm finished Yeah, yeah, yeah, give my lawyer a hundred and 50 Ooh, oh Yeah, yeah, yeah, God, can you hear me? Yeah, yeah, yeah, ni**as ain't really with me Yeah, yeah, yeah, main homies turned against me Yeah, yeah, yeah, heard the story, think I'm finished Yeah, yeah, yeah, give my lawyer a hundred and 50 Yeah, yeah, yeah, ni**as ain't really with me

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