Letras
The big Durkio, though
Nigga been bumpin' this shit since I was seven years old, man
And I got with Durkio
It hurts you the worst when your brothers don't turn you up
It hurts you the worst when your brothers don't turn you up
(808 Mafia)
Back in 2012, they counted me out
I had to turn up a notch
Back then, them hoes fuckin' for clout
I had to turn up a notch
I'm thinkin' you happy, but lowkey you doubted me
I had to turn up a notch
Sleepin' on porches, I served off the balcony
I had to turn up a notch
Bro in the kitchen, fell asleep off Percocets
Wifey text me like, "Turn off the pot"
Thinkin' 'bout bro, doin' the dash in the Ghost
Off a four, shit had me swervin' a lot
Hit him with perjury, he kept it a hundred through burglary
I send him money a lot
Wishin' he made it through surgery
Doctors' and nurses' faces tellin' a lot
Shout-out brodie, he made it out of the drug game
You'd be blessed if he serve you an ounce
I fuck your bitch, I'm not throwin' no shade up
I'm the type to just fuck her and bounce
Seen my uncle actually reactin' off coke
Won a Grammy, sent my picture to bro
Breezy, Wicked and Chuckyy my woe
Them not the niggas you send to the store
Breakin' news, the trenches a zoo
Just don't move, get shot out your shoes
Tell on who? I don't have a clue
Flew her out and she stayed in the room (woah, woah)
Murder cases, I watch it from Zoom (woah, woah)
Ice from Izzy, my shit like a pool (woah, woah)
Give me lean, I don't want no Azul (woah, woah)
All my savages family too (woah, woah, woah)
Back in 2012, they counted me out
I had to turn up a notch
Back then, them hoes fuckin' for clout
I had to turn up a notch
I'm thinkin' you happy, but lowkey you doubted me
I had to turn up a notch
Sleepin' on porches, I served off the balcony