(Video) Est Gee ft Lil Durk – In Town

Yeah
(Eastwave, you cooked this?)

My patience short, I can’t go back and forth
I passed out pieces of my heart in hopes you leave a corpse
This the most murders in history, left the city torched
Maybe now they get the point
They wasn’t with us when I had like fifty bows on Tubman Court (ayo Bleu)
They can’t question nothin’, we got our rank up now
I stand up straight, I know at night, they pray they take me down
I gave him assignments and he promised to make me proud
Only way you get home safe is if we ain’t in town

And if I am, he hit on (hit on)
I’m tryna get somethin’ sent home (I’m tryna get sent home)
Right where your partner rest in piss, they try to flush your shit on (bah, bah, bah)
But niggas track stars, I don’t know why they act hard (why they act hard)
Only shoot at backboards (yeah), makin’ sure he don’t survive
That’s what we double back for, right now, I’m in rare form
Niggas only use they feet in shootouts, they got leg arms (leg arms)
He died ‘fore he hit the ground, the first two shots was head lungs (bah, bah, bah)
Bullets hittin’, have you feelin’ all over your body like it’s bedbugs (bah, bah)
Four deep on the same block, a flunky had kilt lil’ dead homes
Niggas out here reppin’ like they steppin’, know they dead wrong (niggas know they dead wrong)
I can promise pain for your last name even once you gone
Hard times and sad songs and blood split from guns drawn (hard times and sad songs and blood)

My patience short, I can’t go back and forth
I passed out pieces of my heart in hopes you leave a corpse
This the most murders in history, left the city torched
Maybe now they get the point
They wasn’t with us when I had like fifty bows on Tubman Court
They can’t question nothin’, we got our rank up now
I stand up straight, I know at night, they pray they take me down
I gave him assignments and he promised to make me proud
Only way you get home safe is if we ain’t in town

Can’t call you my dawg if you ain’t the one that’s on the block with me (let’s get it)
If you ever snake me one time ever, ain’t no apologies (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Learned fill up blocks before I filled out for some colleges (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Few times, kicked it with some rivals, it turned out to be robbery (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ever hit a stain on a hundred pounds? Gotta get it off
On parole, if that drive too long, I take them switches off (yeah, yeah, yeah)
They throw up signs, this picture for the feds, make sure you send it off
Three hundred thousand for the Lamb’ truck, I make the engine cough
I need drugs, I take prescription, I’m gifted (yeah, yeah)
And I can’t tell you nothin’, you gon’ gossip all my business
I care about my dawgs, not the blogs, I’m the trenches
When I’m thinkin’ ’bout Von, I put an eight inside a Mystic (yeah)