Treacherous Lyrics - Lil Durk

Chase Davis on the beat, yeah 

When I talk, I like to talk to souls 

Drop that shit 

Knife in my back, hit a artery 

Home invasion to a robbery 

And I told you, give me honesty 

You filed my taxes, got me audited 

You hang with them, I don't want part of it 

You wanna fake 'cause you ain't start with me 

I said sorry but you started it 

You confused, you can't hang with us 

I put the dope in a Ziploc 

They stole my style, wow 

What the fuck happened to hip-hop? 

Free Sheety, he gave me the Crip walk 

My brothers addicted to stick talk 

The J's addicted to fentanyl 

I count up a check, I got big talk 

41 M on a wrist watch 

Careers be goin' on a rapture 

Frontier was hurting my back 

I was dyin', now I'm flyin' private 

I put my gang over the whole mob 

I told them niggas I'm biased 

Black truck came with a drive through 

My name, it came with the violence 

My name, it come with a file 

My name, it come with the sirens 

My niggas got grills like Pyrex 

Kid drill was a fire fighter 

On the corner, we was fightin' fire 

In Chicago, I was at a rival 

Gettin' picked up in a Stryker 

You can tell that I don't like you 

You can tell I'm gon' try you 

Yeah, this for the savages 

This for the savages, this for the savages 

This shit treacherous 

This shit treacherous, this shit treacherous 

This for the savages 

This for the savages, this for the savages 

This shit treacherous 

This shit treacherous, this shit treacherous 

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You don't know what the fame took 

Ain't been on the land in like two years 

Why they got me in the gang book? 

But I ride with the same hood 

And this money won't change nothin' 

Told bro, open the lane for me 

Don't give up my name, beloved 

You fuckin' a lame, beloved 

Her rib got my name above it 

Kiss Bernice on the cheek, I'm bogus for it (Sorry) 

And I be takin' narcotics 

A big shoot out on Cottage 

Dropped out, ain't make it to college 

I'm not no good role model 

I like to take care of my toddler 

Send money to jail for my partners 

You don't think I'm a a major artist 

Even though I got plaques and charted 

Swallow crack, I had to vomit 

Gotta do it 'cause the police comin' 

I'm from where it's rainin' bullets 

Nasty hoes don't wear condoms 

Where the street niggas support your talent 

Where the street niggas say you valid 

California Queen from a pallet 

And I had to get full of a salad 

From the home of the gangsters 

You ain't never say thank you 

Only The Family, the label 

I went to school for the cable 

This for the savages 

This for the savages, this for the savages 

This shit treacherous 

This shit treacherous, this shit treacherous 

This for the savages 

This for the savages, this for the savages 

This shit treacherous 

This shit treacherous, this shit treacherous