Lil Durk - Turn Myself In (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Lil Durk - Turn Myself In (en) Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, God,
can you hear me?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas
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 fifty
I wish I would turn myself in
before I fuck 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 shit back that night
I wish I would turn myself in
without droppin' my album
I wish I would put trust in a nigga
knowin' they goin' sour
I told 'em I wish I would, I fuck
her in the butt, 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
I got 5 million followers,
I need 5 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 fuck with me, nigga,
then fuck you, but I show
love for niggas 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
Please support me on PATREON Thank you!