GRAPHGEAR [PROD. DONNIE DURDEN]

PACK IT UP [PROD. DONNIE DURDEN]

Pardon me sir, I don’t think nobody pardoning durk
not even Leo would want him at church 
Imma give all of Chicago a smirk
Right where I want him, it’s what he deserves
Don’t treat that man like a martyr, ya bird
Started a war just by starting a verse
Cuz the planet in shambles, it’s hard to get worse
Gotta say Thankful to God the beat in my possession
If durk had the beat, then it’d give me depression
And all dummies probably give more attention
To durk when they could’ve just listened to kendrick
It’s not bout the meaning, it’s bout going harder
And taking it farther than anyone thought of
And making sure that where you take it’s uncharted
So no one can find it once you gettin started 

Ls up for lil durky, Ls up for lil smurky 
We bout to get murky, start poppin of y’all perkies 
Streets only feastin cuz you made them thirsty
63rd time that I rep 63rd street

Lot of good rappers, he’s not one of them
I saw that man live and I wanted him dead
Was hungry for prison, his stomach was twisted, how funny it is he got caught by the feds
You like to see people shot in the head
Don’t want those deep thoughts in ya head
I think that I’ll just be honest instead
I really don’t think that von is impressed
Anyway, stop dropping albums in jail
Or trump’ll put tariffs on all of yo bail
Ya beats are so basic, ya cadence is stale
You honestly don’t even sound like a male
But don’t worry buddy, I’ll watch all yo fans
And take the clip outta the Glock in they pants
Im the new smurk, yea Chicago’s the land
Aren’t you so happy that god had a plan

NEW SMURK

RED ALERT

FAKE JORDANS [PROD. DONNIE DURDEN]

sadboydonnie

CRYING IN PUBLIC [PROD. DONNIE DURDEN]

[LYRICS:]
My favorite Taylor song epiphany, only song sung with dignity
Nothing else a hit to me
Nothing else legit to me
Nothing else I’m bumping, selling rubbers to ya pelvis, peanut butter make her jealous, I’m above you when I fell cuz I’m a slugger with the shells, I feel like thugger with no cell, it’s funny cuz he couldn’t sell, his album felt like someone else
And the same people sayin he one of the goats 
Be the same motherfluffers sayin that wunna a goat
They said rap was dead, I was like, yea, finally
If yo name ain’t Flygod, then you ain’t really fly with me
Donnie was the only man I wanted be alive with me
Hate it that he’s dead, but I love him cuz he died for me
Rocky won’t drop don’t be dumb, wish he took his own advice
Competition dead from drugs, glad I gave em no advice
Always out to call me out, they mad because I’m better
I wasn’t even featured but they had me on the record
At the best and worst position like the lobster at the tank bottom
I’m so damn big that I give the bank audits
I don’t care if Applebees did ban me cuz they can’t stop it
But now I’m alone for the two man, yea, thanks Donnie

This beat is so aquatic, it’s like I’m really in the tropics
Heard they got the Dirty Bubble, know that he ain’t do no poppin
And they done framed my dog for murder, need to free him like a hostage 
And I ain’t sayin’ that he did it, but you seein where that Bob at?
Can’t just manage action that you’d have to take to trash the skate, might accidentally stab your brain, you ever plan to handle blade
You’d have to have me cast away, only way that my ass could have a chance to catch a break
Drinkin the blood of my enemies like a devil at mass
That’s the least that I could say at the level I’m at
Started as a quest to spit the best rhyme in the whole world
And it ain’t over till I take the life of a showgirl

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