Monitoring Me Lyrics – Lil Durk

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[Verse]
He said some in public, I got in his DM and made him apologize
I can’t tell you what I had told him for real, my s*it be monetized
Lil’ bro want that fast s*it, when he go to Six Flags, he don’t get on rides
I be with the n!ggas who take the rapper’s s*it and make ’em buy it back
I done charged a ball player a thousand dollar line just to say he drinking Act’
Half them n!ggas who rap that be in the ‘Raq don’t even be in the ‘Raq
One of the opps lil’ fast ass, you can tell his ass used to run laps
I can merch on all my kids, lil’ boy, you ain’t make a gun clap
You can’t tell me s*it, even though we cool, I can’t tell him give yo’ gun back
I can’t send no money on my name ’cause lil’ bro a killer, he killed his gump ass
I don’t even know if the feds tryna set me up ’cause you woofing with yo’ lil’ gump ass
Ain’t no killer said that they seen’t you kill, yo’ lil’ ass just a stunt man
You know brodie got shot in his arm, that micro mini get shot with one hand
I ain’t gon’ say he gon’ miss his target ’cause he up too close to miss his one man
I just did it just ’cause I fu*k with ’em, I’ll air one before Jumpman
How you gon’ tell a n!gga, don’t fu*k with another n!gga and you ain’t done s*it?
How you gon’ tell a n!gga he safe when he in yo’ city? You ain’t even the gunman
How you gon’ tell the killer you can’t send him none ’cause you bought a b!tch a lil’ something?
You know that money be different, they come to your building to kill you and the doorman
I was a Jeezy fan, but I was seeing red, ain’t build me a snowman
You put a switch on a new Glock, bet the lil’ b!tch’ll start jamming
I don’t even got to pay a n!gga to do none, I got killers, all my friends
Name the top five b!tches out right now, I had ass all in my hand
I ain’t gon’ say the name right now, it’s a possibility you they man
That’s on Pluto grave, lil’ b!tch, yo’ b!tch ass ain’t getting in that van
How you gon’ wipe my ass when you see me? When yo’ lil’ b!tch ass wipe the stand
I know he was a real killer ’cause I seen ’em do it, he ain’t even wipe off his hand
I ain’t ever see you do nothing, I ain’t ever see you shoot s*it up
I ain’t ever hear you say nothing, but I heard you told dude, “Get up”
If you post in the hood, we gon’ get up wit’ you
If you post, you gotta show, we gon’ get up wit’ you
Man, the n!gga I love’ll get hit up wit’ you
See, Boona a bug, he gon’ up wit’ you
See, I pay ’em just not to get rid of n!ggas
Talking ’bout the ones with Twitter fingers
Bro body came straight from a misdemeanor

How you put on that switch? You a pistol cleaner
Keep your mouth closed, you won’t get subpoenaed
Feds watch FaceTime wit’ a lip reader
You know Varney, he the one with the tooth missing
You know shorty gon’ leave your roof missing
Why the fu*k you gon’ ride wit’ a new n!gga?
I done mixed my Tris with a root beer
Fu*k Wock’ ’cause it make me take two s*its
She be sucking my d!ck at Ruth’s Chris
Can’t tell me what you did ’cause you ain’t do s*it