Correction Lyrics Finesse Out the Gang Way by Lil Durk

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(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)

I came from nothin', I had to go get it
I had to finesse out the gang way (Gang way)
I done did everything for the n***as that I love
Who stuck in the chain gang (Chain gang)
sh*t be so weird, I'm steady watchin' all the n***as who yellin' out, "Gang, gang" (Gang, gang)
sh*t be so different, I'm watchin' them n***as who b*t*hes but yellin' out, "Bang, bang" (Bang, bang)
Roll up a blunt of that Pluto
Used to be deep, now I'm riding 'round uno
I know some n***as who hustlin' but quit
'Cause they was doin' this sh*t for too long
I remember n***as feelin' like brothers
But now this sh*t feel like a group home
And I had told 'em I love 'em so much
To me, it felt like you can't do wrong
I was trappin' out the side of my granny crib
I was servin' with two phones
I remember tellin' jewelers, "Don't know what a Patek is"
Now it's two-tone

The money make the world spin
The money make the girls grin
Been rapping since 2010
Whoever thought I'd win?

Asked them why they sellin' food stamps
I done grabbed a Urus on some cool sh*t
I'ma get it on my own, when I felt alone
I remember feelin' useless
I remember servin' to the cool kids
Twin got a .30 like a pool stick
Why you think your murders turn to news clips?
When a n***a die, when his family cry
And they'll swear to God that he ain't do sh*t
I remember n***as being goofy
Spending their last money on the Gucci
He just got fly just to get him some coochie
Went to jail ridin' 'round with a goofy
I can actually say I'm feelin' like money
I remember riding 'round with a hunnid
Had twin with me ridin' one hunnids
Gucci bagged up with fifty one-hunnids
Super motivated, come from a dungeon
Like, why you call the dungeon the trenches?
It don't matter 'cause I'm bringin' my n***as
Why you fall out with me just for attention?
n***as die when they pop up in my mentions
Had the realest n***a tell you're a peasant
Took a Perc' and it got me in my feelings (Got me in my feelings)

The money make the world spin
The money make the girls grin
Been rapping since 2010
Whoever thought I'd win?
The money make the world spin
The money make the girls grin
Been rapping since 2010
Whoever thought I'd win?

Man, I've been trappin' since 2007
My mama was strugglin', I had to help her
From juvenile to penitentiary, I'm better
I'm happy I can say I got it together
Fifty-three percent of these n***as feminine
I am not a gangsta, I am a gentleman
We the ones that handle murders like businessmen
Postin' money on the 'Gram, I invented that
I done came a long way from the middleman
I got head for an hour in the Cullinan
I done gave a thousand bows to my brother 'nem
sh*t get serious when them bodies start comin' up
I put a kit on the Urus, it's bigger now
Told my baby mama, "We need a bigger house"
I'm too real for this sh*t, I done figured out
Got one foot in the streets, tryna pull it out
Keep it lowkey, she ain't runnin' her mouth (Mouth)
She don't ever want me to pull out (Out)
I ran it up to a low from an ounce
I'm rockin' clothes I can't even pronounce
f**k the pandemic, I love me a drought
I ran it up in this motherf**ker
Three hunnid shots, that's enough in this motherf**ker
Only The Family, it's us in this motherf**ker, gang sh*t

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