Notebook Lyrics – Lil Durk

Read the complete Notebook Lyrics by Lil Durk along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Lil Durk’s music, you can also explore Think You Glowed and Deep Depression, two other songs by Lil Durk.

[Intro]
Aye, pull up Lam

[Verse]
I’m so tired of you telling me that he’s sorry
Missing my shows and meet and greets like ain’t an artist
Love to take drügs to keep me above, I’m just honest
They know who I am, they make up rumors, I’m honest
He ain’t support like he used to, he said I’m garbage
Now he at my shows acting up with tickets like we partners
I check on my partner, on ’em before I’ma ever check on my followers
I fu*k with a throat goat but she graduated to a swallower
You know who he is, you know what you did
You know who he was, you know, dirty b!tch
You know goofy n!ggas, you know different cliques
You know, how you mad?, you know, I’m the s*it
You ain’t support me at all, all
How you say you my dawg?
Told you I lost it it all, all, all
You ain’t even come call, all, all
Watch a story from a fake page and not say I’m shopping at the mall
Told ’em I need a handout, he ain’t respond to me at all
Four pockets full of the hunnids, fourty million cash from a label
I ain’t falling out for my homies, call him, tell him put it on a table
Before it was bails, bonds, I paid cash, I ain’t never say, “Hey neighbor”
Broke b!tch asked for a crib, petty ass got that b!tch a cradle
I know what you did so I hate you, I know what you did for the paper
Why you called the police on your man?
He on papers, you know they gon take ’em
Put it for a pound, my crib, I ain’t fu*k, I’m laying on my nuts
Walk and shoot, I rely on his guts
Benjy Boys, I know he gon clutch
Trenches baby, dirty little ba*tard
Soul hurt, ain’t walk up to the casket
While I pour up a cup and I fast it
I just took the drac’ in my jacket
Industry putting me in beef

Why do that? I’m signed to the streets
Pull up on ’em fe-fe-fe (Brrah)
Why the fu*k I’m marking over beasts?
Brodie pulled up in the statements
Stole ’em ’cause he ain’t even got the key
Thought about putting pounds on the jet
Thought about putting pounds on the jet
Ain’t do it ’cause they gon put it on me
Thought about putting pounds on the jet
But the Juice WRLD s*it be scaring me
Put this in my notebook (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
This s*it right here, no hook
Put this in my notebook (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
This s*it right here, no hook (No hook)