feat Lil Durk-Last Name

This ain't a diss song, this a real song (DY Krazy)Nigga, we ain't runnin' from no responsibilitiesI take care of familiesI'm embarrassed over this mess that I done causedI can't go to sleep, I'm paranoidAnd it's way too many homicidesBought a hunnid guns, got my niggas slidingFucked the bitch once, now she wanna crySnitches told the Feds, I had an alibiBrokenhearted, fuck my bitch every nightI don't know her name, she wanna have my childLaughing to the bank, got me runnin' wildNumb to the pain, so I keep a smileGotta keep it stashed up for the trialMaterial intentions got her playing foulI'm in rare form like a hyena runnin' wildAll the opps getting gunned downI can't go to sleep, I'm paranoidAnd it's way too many homicidesBought a hunnid guns, got my niggas slidingFucked the bitch once, now she wanna crySnitches told the Feds, I had an alibiBrokenhearted, fuck my bitch every nightI don't know her name, she wanna have my childLaughing to the bank, got me runnin' wildNumb to the pain, so I keep a smileI lost connections to the streets and I was in denialI seen a grown man shed tears 'cause he lost his trialI said, the streets a crazy feeling just to lose a childHave a one-on-one with God, yeah, it been a whileI woke up paranoid off drugs, I said, "I'm tired now"I answer my phone in the middle of the nigh like, "Who done died now?"Knowing I'm involved, but we gon' slide back when it's dying downI don't know who opps no more, you look crazy, I'm firing roundsI love the streets, it's a portion of meI came from nothing to "The Voice of the Streets"I got blood in the streetsThe way he died, I advised he died in his sleepThat's the trenches, yeah, yeahI can't go to sleep, I'm paranoidAnd it's way too many homicidesBought a hunnid guns, got my niggas slidingFucked the bitch once, now she wanna crySnitches told the Feds, I had an alibiBrokenhearted, fuck my bitch every nightI don't know her name, she wanna have my childLaughing to the bank, got me runnin' wildNumb to the pain, so I keep a smilePublic conversation got you touching cloudsPop the wrong pill, hit the wrong dialAin't no visitation waiting for the trialTook my last name, this ain't 'bout the childReal classy jazzy, but don't do no trollingGotta treat you like dead when you playing bogusSee, Pluto you my brother, gotta stay focusedSometimes I get in my feelings too, I wish I wore a TrojanThey tryna go viral off DMs that's why I'm antisocialI'm just tryna teach the killers not to use emotionI got a whole bitch, don't think about my old bitchI'm just tryna live my life and catch this momentI can't go to sleep, I'm paranoidAnd it's way too many homicidesBought a hunnid guns, got my niggas slidingFucked the bitch once, now she wanna crySnitches told the Feds, I had an alibiBroken hearted, fuck my bitch every nightI don't know her name, she wanna have my childLaughing to the bank, got me runnin' wildNumb to the pain, so I keep a smileWe ain't even get no sleep around this shitYou make a temporary decisionThat caused permanent painShit ain't goin' nowhere(I can't go to sleep, I'm paranoid)(And there's way too many homicides)That hood mentality feel like you could go through anything(Bought a hundred guns, got my niggas slidin')(Laughin' to the bank, got me runnin' wild)(Numb to the pain, so I keep a smile)