Lil Durk - No Choice Lyrics

No Choice Song Lyrics
No Choice by Lil Durk [Intro]
“I feel good but I really came from nothing I came from the struggle I came from the gutter, you know what I’m sayin’? I came from a house of four, plus my momma and my grandmomma, no daddy you know what I’m sayin’ daddy been gone so I ain’t really have no choice but to be the man. I’ve been running the streets since I was 12, 13 years old. You know what I’m sayin’ sellin’ drugs, you know what I’m sayin’ shootouts. I’m thinkin’ it’s like a good thing, but I’m stressing my momma, my grandmomma out so I ain’t really have no choice but to move my family up out the hood, I ain’t have no choice to leave Chicago and move to the A and get my own crib. 6, 7 bedrooms, you know what I’m sayin’ mini mansion like it feel good to even start like that man. I ain’t have no choic, went to jail 3, 4 times and had major setbacks. Get out of jail, it’s a whole new wave. Every time, get out second time, it’s a whole new wave so I ain’t really have a chance but to really like catch up, you know what I’m sayin’? Give y’all this story, you know what I’m sayin’ and I feel like by the end of the day, I gotta come out on top, you know what I’m sayin’ ’cause all odds is against me, you know what I’m sayin’? sh*t, I ain’t really have no choice but to feed the streets.”
Love songs for the streets you know?
Ay, when I picked the name they probably thought it was gonna be some R&B sh*t you know?
Nah, I’mma just let it talk for real
Let’s get it!
[Hook]
I promise 2017 I’mma be the best boy
Can’t fall, I gotta prevail can’t be like the rest of ’em
I took my city by storm I never asked for it
I’m with the hustlers, them murderers and with them trap boys
I ain’t have no choice
Hungry on them corners
I ain’t have no choice
Young nigga with them birds
I ain’t have no choice
Out here with them hustlers
I ain’t have no choice, ay
I ain’t have no choice, ay
(Let’s get it!)
[Verse 1]
I’m from the slum, hopin’ to see some better days
That low income, being less for the section 8
Say what you want, make yo’ sh*t than my f**kin’ state
One peso, call the people want 100k
Give me yo’ pint and I’m bustin’ it, we tried to finesse a nigga
Sippin’ these medicine, I’m tired of the stressin’
I be really sittin’ back thinkin’ niggas f**k with me yeah I’m guessin’ it
It’s indefinite
I got a question in it
You can’t relate to my music, I don’t want yo’ credit
Left my city I’m with the (?), ’cause I gotta get it
I’m a savage with fashion, this is not a gimmick
I come from low-income I tell ’em I’m a menace
(Let’s get it!)
[Hook]
I promise 2017 I’mma be the best boy
Can’t fall, I gotta prevail can’t be like the rest of ’em
I took my city by storm I never asked for it
I’m with the hustlers, them murderers and with them trap boys
I ain’t have no choice
Hungry on them corners
I ain’t have no choice
Young nigga with them birds
I ain’t have no choice
Out here with them hustlers
I ain’t have no choice, ay
I ain’t have no choice, ay
(Let’s get it!)
[Verse 2]
I love my sister to death her love ain’t got no limit
She say I got rich and left, she say I’m actin’ different
She said say no to them drugs, them 30s got me trippin’
She say don’t never sacrifice I told her that’s for (?)
I’m from the pound originally, I started singin’ they mimic me
How you gon’ kill her, you jittery
Nuski’s killer had his misery
I had 10 cases in felony of Chicago ’cause I was holdin’ a .40
I’ve been snaked up by my own family, I’ve been tryin’ to avoid it
(Let’s get it)
sh*t they better pray for me
Tell my momma it ain’t safe for me
b**ch nigga get away from me
Kill anybody got no sympathy
[Hook]
I promise 2017 I’mma be the best boy
Can’t fall, I gotta prevail can’t be like the rest of ’em
I took my city by storm I never asked for it
I’m with the hustlers, them murderers and with them trap boys
I ain’t have no choice
Hungry on them corners
I ain’t have no choice
Young nigga with them birds
I ain’t have no choice
Out here with them hustlers
I ain’t have no choice, ay
I ain’t have no choice, ay
(Let’s get it!)
[Outro: DJ Drama]
Streets ain’t a young nigga a choice
Durk back at it!
Showin’ love for the streets
DJ Drama!
Feds wassup?