Lil Baby & Lil Durk – Man of my Word Lyrics

You don’t know what it took (IRoccOnTheBeat)
You f- boy, then work (Nile, I hear you)
(You made this sh-, Pharaoh)

How she actin’ funny? I bought her t-
N- she be f- ain’t none of my business
Uppin’ my pole, that’s a part of my fitness
Don’t matter where I’m at, b-, I’m known for the trenches
We the first n- put drums in the city
We robbed the n-, put drugs in the city
F- where you from ’cause I know that you with it
Check on his a-, I’ma handle my business

Trust you another, f-you more than once
And you gotta be a killer just to hang with us
If you talkin’ about murders then I’m hangin’ up
Run up on ’em, baow, ain’t no one-on-one
I got the money, so who I’m runnin’ from?
I got a lawyer that cost a honeybun
Before I buy p-, I buy a hundred guns
Judge told me, n- die with my gun

2010, Reese stay in Ralph Lauren
Died close, feel like you died in my arms
Reinstated, they denied my bond
A n- play with Smurk, you’re not that smart
Sucked it twice, and I’m still not hard
N- cry out loud when they gettin’ shot
That n- word don’t stand on my block
F- what you heard, I’m the man of my block

Stop playin’, b-, I’m Smurk
B-, get naked, gotta put on my merch
I got your Uber, I kept my word
She freak, actin’ like she a nerd
No shirt when I’m off this Perc’
They slide every time we hurt
Lost bro, I know it hurt
We gon’ catch him first

Mm, we run the game, now them boys gotta sit out
After I hit, tell her, “Meh”, make her get out
Hundred mill’ comin’, I still ain’t gon’ chill out
I’m really dead, I’ma show how I get down
Hard on a b-, man, I should’ve been pimpin’
Hard in these streets, the majority with me
He can’t be serious, you gotta be kiddin’ me
I’m really laughin’, these lil’ n- temptin’ me

I get offended when n- say, “Tap in”
I bought lil’ bro ‘nem Celine just to trap in
I got more clothes in my closet than Saks Fifth
I watched JB make a deuce do a backflip
I know you really don’t know, you just act hip
I done took off for real, now how that feel?
Bro ain’t never gon’ change, I know that’s real
Just run out of here, straight to the backfield

I sleep good every night, now I’m happy
“How you go where you go?” I’m a trapper for real
“How you know what you know?” I adapted for real
We too rich with the feds, we put sh- in the mail
My lifestyle expensive, this sh- high as hell
Lil’ bro tryna score, so I gave him a lay up
I gotta go somewhere, no I can’t lay up
B-, stop playin’, you better not tell

Stop playin’, b-, I’m Smurk
B-, get naked, gotta put on my merch
I got your Uber, I kept my word
She freak, actin’ like she a nerd
No shirt when I’m off this Perc’
They slide every time we hurt
Lost bro, I know it hurt
We gon’ catch him first