| Tell 'em if they want it, they can come get that static
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| I swear I love my city, I just want a little static
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| See me, they salute me, they ain’t ready for that static
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| Detroit vs. Everybody
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| I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
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| All these females need to email to make noise
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| And now things changin' a lot, he fuck with my authority
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| Then he shall sea shells, but not by the seashore
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| If he gang bangin' or not
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| It’s simple as the alphabet
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| He F with me, that G shall surely see
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| He definitely is 'bout it, it’s retail fraud, he’s sweet
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| The honest gesture
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| The trigger finger 'round the diamond tester, we tell flaw with heat
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| The same soldier, it’s me, myself and I
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| Ridin' 'round shootin' my biopic and my autobiography
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| Range Rover, this ain’t the squash beef state
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| You thinkin' makeup, we thinkin' Lark Voorhies face
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| The Twin Eagles ol' air his coup might as well ride by in the ambulance
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| My pair ol' shoot like sky divin' in Hammer pants
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| So call it siblin rivalry
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| Take his life, call it the unforgivable robbery
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| A wise man told me that holdin' a grudge is like
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| Lettin' somebody just live inside of your head rent free
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| Real talk, I don’t got time to evict these clowns
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| Y’all niggas been bitches, that’s none of my business, but I don’t sip tea
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| (That's Nickel) Ridin' around this block
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| All we knows is pitfalls, that’s why he’s always climbin' out his drop
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| (I got a question) Do you wanna ride or die?
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| Shawn Don
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| (Welcome to Detroit)
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| Boy I need no half’s a half, I want the game in entirety
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| Hundred percent cut, no stitches required
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| Welcome to Detroit where is you get that promotion
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| Don’t worry, man those bullets will still be at your ass firin'
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| I still call it safe, I would suck if I was umpiring
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| Boy hit the beat &just treat that shit like it’s a diary
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| I’m offended if you hear my new shit and you ain’t rewindin' me
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| Self made, I’ve never needed your bail or a wire, see
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| I’m never callin' collect, I call to collect
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| My homie wanted a Chevy so I put my dawg in a vet
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| Ha plus I’m so loyal that that paper, boys, is all that I fetch
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| If the the ball in my hand then the ball in the net
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| Bitch I’m the D, can’t no offense dunk on me
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| I’m Mr. Big Shot, these hoes get drunk off me
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| I’m over respected, my mama gated community’s over protective
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| So futuristic, I’m already over my next bitch
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| Reminiscin' all listening to 50 fifty times a day
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| Back when tenth grade was like 50 days away
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| Tryin' to get paid 50 ways a day
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| Used to put 50 on the layaway, now my closet 50 shades of grey
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| Twenty six and I done lived a life time a few times
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| From futons to Grey Poupon’s
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| In church tryin' to get a little savings, yeah coupon
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| I spit that A1 every day, I’m hittin' new primes
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| Now the stakes high, niggas surprised at the new lines
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| Takin' down my number like «you still ain’t got a new line?»
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| Naw it’s the same, we been laborin' for years
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| I know it took way longer than nine months, but fuck it, it’s all in due time
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| I turned a blunt to a roach with dreams of bein' a Beatle though
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| Don’t want to, I need to, gotta learn to keep it cerebral
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| When you come up in a place where everyone got a piece but ain’t peaceful
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| This is just part one, wait 'til the sequel
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| Tell 'em if they want it, they can come get that static
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| I swear I love my city, I just want a little static
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| See me, they salute me, they ain’t ready for that static
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| Detroit vs. Everybody
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| Comin' from them streets where they thirsty, starvin' to eat
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| Just a step away from failin', that’s why they call it the D
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| Arguably the whole reason for all of this honesty
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| Honestly no honor roll, but honored up in them streets
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| Cause I’m a Linwood nigga, them young niggas hit ya
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| Put a stack on your head, you’ll bleed a lake on Grand River
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| If you think your hood harder then I might beg to differ
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| Know some killas pull the trigger for a Swisher and Miller
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| If the blicka hit ya kisser, bet yo ass not remembering
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| They say my city’s tougher than two fat bitches scissorin'
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| So nigga I’m a veteran, retire my letterman
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| Had K’s in front ya school, but I ain’t going to Ketteran |
| Cough up a lung, 313 where I’m from
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| Ghan got me cross eyed like Bernstein’s son
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| Any nigga try to copy, put a hole in his top
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| It’s us vs. them, Detroit vs Everybody
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| Lately it seems as if it’s me against the world
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| Like it was before my life became a movie
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| And they used to use my mother fuckin' trailer to tease me with
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| But I flipped that script like a refilla a
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| Painkillers to pop that lid off that safety seal
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| It made me feel amazing, navy seal of bravery
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| And if I may reiterate, I ain’t even need a script
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| Ain’t bein' conceited
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| But I made it to radio, eat a dick
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| I still never ABC’D the shit
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| Mainstream appeal but the skill is what made me iller
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| Since before they called Jay Dee Dilla
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| I was daydreamin' one day I would be the shit
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| And if I ever end up escapin' the streets I swear that I would stay here
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| Still in it, I’m crazy, I’ll always be real
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| Don’t make me steal an eighteen-wheeler
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| Break all of my friends out of here and take 'em straight to the Mercedes dealer
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| Peel off back to the same block that we came from, on a r&age to crazy?
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| For me to flip
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| What’s makin' you think I need a switch? |
| Cause I’m Adrian Peterson
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| When he’s raging and heated and on the way to go beat his kid
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| On the track get spanked like he just did
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| (Detroit!) I can’t never leave this bitch
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| Sick of bein' treated like me and shit
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| But Jesus, I can see just why people quit callin' me to do features
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| And them cyphers on BET cause if
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| I wasn’t me, I probably wouldn’t wanna play with me neither, shit
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| Seems to be reachin' it’s fever pitch
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| One hundred and eighty degrees in here
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| Shoulder blade full of cedar chips
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| MC’s just bit off more than they can chew like a face full of Swedish Fish
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| Or Lorena with a two penises
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| Hateful and genius ness, inconvenience
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| And for the record, you don’t want this type of static in your life
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| When I’m makin' you cling
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| May consider tryin' to reinsulate ya windows may be in or another crazy winter
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| Cause so cold in the D, it is as days begin to tick away
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| But ain’t this really what made me into the angry bitter blond
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| But ain’t we sick of bein' underdogs
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| Don’t make me unleash this shit, release this Pit
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| May even seem as if
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| I’m yankin' your chain a bit or maybe the way in which I’m sayin' shit
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| Is playin' with ya but ain’t shit changin'
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| And it’s still the same shit and Shady’s still a lady killer
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| Since the day I went insane and then attacked the babysitter
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| With the potato peeler mushed her face into the entertainment center
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| It’s like another plane just entered into Ukraine again
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| The Bermuda Triangle and attempted to make a safe descent
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| Awaiting anyone who ain’t affiliated, it could be danger
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| Did you make arrangements with the gangsters 'for you came here?
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| And if they mention us
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| Tell 'em if they want it, they can come get that static
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| I swear I love my city, I just want a little static
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| See me, they salute me, they ain’t ready for that static
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| Detroit vs. Everybody
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| What up though, it’s the godfather Trick Trick. |
| You either ridin' with us or
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| gettin' rolled on. |
| That means Detroit vs. Everybody! |
| Hey Em let me get that
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| instrumental take it down to the hood, let the little homies get this remix
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| crackin'.
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| Detroit!
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| Okay! |