Lil Durk – Monitoring Me

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Review of “Monitoring Me”

Lil Durk’s latest track, “Monitoring Me,” showcases his signature blend of introspective lyrics and hard-hitting beats. The song dives deep into themes of surveillance and scrutiny, reflecting the pressures that come with fame and success.

Musical Composition

The production features a gritty yet melodic backdrop, allowing Durk’s emotive delivery to shine through. The beat is characterized by heavy bass and sharp snares, typical of contemporary hip-hop, which complements Durk’s raw vocal style.

Lyrical Themes

In “Monitoring Me,” Durk addresses the feeling of being constantly watched and judged, both by the public and those close to him. His lyrics resonate with listeners who may feel similar pressures in their own lives, making the track relatable and impactful.

Overall Impact

Critics have noted that this song reinforces Durk’s position as a leading voice in hip-hop today. With its engaging production and poignant themes, “Monitoring Me” is likely to resonate with both long-time fans and new listeners alike.

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Lil Durk – Monitoring Me Lyrics

[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 shit be monetized
Lil’ bro want that fast shit, when he go to Six Flags, he don’t get on rides
I be with the niggas who take the rapper’s shit and make ’em buy it back
I done charged a ball player a thousand dollar line just to say he drinking Act’
Half them niggas 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 shit, evеn though wе cool, I can’t tell him give yo’ gun back
I can’t send no monеy on my namе ’cause lil’ bro a killer, he killed his gump ass
I don’t even know if the feds tryna set me up ’cause you woofin’ 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 fuck with ’em, I’ll air one before Jumpman
How you gon’ tell a nigga, don’t fuck with another nigga and you ain’t done shit?
How you gon’ tell a nigga 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 bitch 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 seein’ red, ain’t build me a snowman
You put a switch on a new Glock, bet the lil’ bitch’ll start jammin’
I don’t even got to pay a nigga to do none, I got killers, all my friends
Name the top five bitches 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’ bitch, yo’ bitch ass ain’t gettin’ in that van
How you gon’ wipe my ass when you see me? When yo’ lil’ bitch 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 nothin’, I ain’t ever see you shoot shit up
I ain’t ever hear you say nothin’, 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 nigga 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 niggas
Talkin’ ’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 missin’
You know shorty gon’ leave your roof missin’
Why the fuck you gon’ ride wit’ a new nigga?
I done mixed my Tris with a root beer
Fuck Wock’ ’cause it make me take two shits
She be suckin’ my dick at Ruth’s Chris
Can’t tell me what you did ’cause you ain’t do shit