Текст песни Downfall (Lil Durk) с переводом

You my downfall, I hope you know that shit

I can’t be around y’all, 'cause I can’t show you this

You gon' do what you gotta do to sell that dog food

And if you got a good bitch, you gotta send her to law school

'Cause you might need her, tell the feds leave my niggas alone (Yeah, yeah,

yeah, yeah)

You my nigga, you my dog, you my dog fa’sho (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, you my nigga, and you right here for long

You my nigga, you my, you my nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

You my nigga, that’s a fact, and you can’t lie to me (Ayy, woah)

What I get paid on that block, that’s like your salary (Uh, woah)

Mandatory rules to the trenches, keep your gun on you

'Fore the money even be involved, they be one hundred

Fuckin' all these hoes state to state, I ain’t see love comin'

Slow down on that viagra, push from it, uh

Not what you do, just how you do it, ain’t what you say, it’s how you say it

You can think about the money, but it’s how you gonna chase it

They freed a couple killers, now they city goin' up

And you only call me when you see me pourin' up

And you snuck n' told, you don’t know if we know or not

And you brought me drinks, only time you threw a shot (Wow)

My other homie told my other homie

That my other homie other homie tryna kill him

That’s why I only fuck with a couple niggas

Get out this dope game, get a couple figures

Make my bitch cum and then I’m cummin' with her

Real niggas only, ain’t no competition

We dropped Bloodas, now they sayin' «Bloodas»

If I don’t know nothin', I know our fans love us

I learn through rappin', get some bands from it

You be around the fake, but I’ll stand from it

You my downfall, I hope you know that shit

I can’t be around y’all, 'cause I can’t show you this

You gon' do what you gotta do to sell that dog food

And if you got a good bitch, you gotta send her to law school

'Cause you might need her, tell the feds leave my niggas alone (Yeah, yeah,

yeah, yeah)

You my nigga, you my dog, you my dog fa’sho (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, you my nigga, and you right here for long

You my nigga, you my, you my nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Don’t even fix your mouth to tell me that you loyal (Keep that)

They only reason I spare you is because I love you (I swear)

A whole lot of choppers, couple Jewish lawyers (Yeah)

Straight dope boy (Yeah), Richard Porter (Trap)

Took a lot of losses fuckin' with you nigga (Trap)

Seen a lot of crosses fuckin' with you nigga (Damn)

Yeah, we did dirt (Yeah), yeah, I front you work (Yeah)

Plugged on the syrup (Yeah), but that shit was curse (Shit!)

You like to get high, I like to get paid (Okay)

I been on some hustlin' shit since 6th grade (Ayy, who dat?)

I’m the one your mom and daddy told you stay away from

But I’m the one who that told you fuck them hoes, let’s get this paper

Count a million, smoke a nigga at the same time (Hey)

Rich nigga, me and you ain’t on the same time (it's Dolph)

On the stage or in the trap, I’m the same nigga (it's Dolph)

You ain’t ever elevated, just the same nigga

You my downfall, I hope you know that shit

I can’t be around y’all, 'cause I can’t show you this

You gon' do what you gotta do to sell that dog food

And if you got a good bitch, you gotta send her to law school

'Cause you might need her, tell the feds leave my niggas alone (Yeah, yeah,

yeah, yeah)

You my nigga, you my dog, you my dog fa’sho (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, you my nigga, and you right here for long

You my nigga, you my, you my nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

You my nigga, you my dog since the sandbox (Sandbox)

I been runnin' with some killers, we got hand Glocks (Hand Glocks)

Sippin' syrup, I’m movin' slow like a grandpa (Grandpa)

Kept it real from the jump, these niggas changed up (Changed up)

All these diamonds on my neck, they gettin' tangled up

Hearin' rumors 'bout my main man snortin' dust (Oh)

We ain’t have no ride, we’d steal a car, we don’t catch the bus (Yeah)

I wish Lil Juan could see me now, a nigga rich as fuck (Rich as fuck)

Fuck a nine-to-five, I’m sellin' whole things (Whole things)

I was down bad on my dick, I didn’t have no dreams (No dreams)

I swear to God I had a hundred racks at eighteen (Ayy)

Sittin' in the cell, goin' hard, they tryna mace me (Serve 10)

Every nigga who threw salt gon' have to face me (Face me)

Told my bitch that she can leave, she won’t replace me (Won't replace me)

Doin' what I’m post to do, I know they hate me (Hate me)

Let me stand up on they ass until they take me (Take me)

You my downfall, I hope you know that shit

I can’t be around y’all, 'cause I can’t show you this

You gon' do what you gotta do to sell that dog food

And if you got a good bitch, you gotta send her to law school

'Cause you might need her, tell the feds leave my niggas alone (Yeah, yeah,

yeah, yeah)

You my nigga, you my dog, you my dog fa’sho (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, you my nigga, and you right here for long

You my nigga, you my, you my nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)