Lyrics:
thought at night that comforts me is starving whoever's hunting me
Shit, lucky me, to be rich in a world where nothing's free
And separated from hell by
your album you know.
We're gonna do a brand new song about a
Highway that runs from Detroit all the way
Down to Florida. The Dixie Highway."
I
to be Clearing my head when i drive
For now i'm exploring by driving my Taurus, it's more enough to be getting me by
Thinking that it'd be nice to switch
"While they sleep, we working!" Co-signed by Ashton
Jaden Ivey on the wing, get that boy the rock
Electrifying through the air, a "Detroit Shock"
And it
Oh hello please
You can call me "DJ Not Nice"
I run a drycleaning service in Detroit
You want black-belt? Ten dollar cash?
No ticket, no laundry!
like I wrote it
I used to take walks to the plant when it's snowing
Now it's uphill like I'm Grant in Detroit
Now I'm declining women from Canton to Troy
Aye yo—once upon a time in Detroit[00:12.11]There was this man named Rob[00:13.52]He had just got outta work[00:14.81]He wiped the sweat off his
clouds
So fuck what the haters say
We don't need the play by play
Girl, you know I'll be around
Moped girl riding in the Detroit night
Your heart may hurt
to come to detroit southwest michigan avenue
Ran away to the city got hooked on heroin
Because all you ever got at home was molestation
Now your beaten by
Story tellst
Boom, Diggi, bye, bye, Super Soaker, Drive-By
Arbeit Rhymes schreiben, 2Pac in der Freizeit
(heh)
Was für Diesel, Digga? Bleifrei ist
[cover song of "I Got 5 On It" by Luniz]
[Intro]
Haha, re-re-remix, bitch!
(Throw me that fire!)
We creepin' in, too, baby!
(We got 5
I practice seven spiritual laws and cut off distractions
We been all in the Hollywood Hills, and never been acting
Detroit gave me an accent
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
soul my New York mommas
You're giving me control by moving to this song
You gon make me lose my girl, and all that drama
I swear I'm lovin you,
You love
rhymes hit your head
The sentence I spoke make you a lifer
Inspired by Detroit erase the
Snakes and the vipers
Dug it straight out the dirt for
The fakes
Yeah, welcome to Amityville (Detroit, nigga)
The reason why rappers gotta pack pistols (why is that?)
Slick criminal wit, the shit I spit chews
mommas
You’re giving me control by moving to this song
You gon make me lose my girl, and all that drama
I swear I’m lovin you,
You love it to, then
can go from Maine to Mexico
From Detroit City to D.C. yeah
I've been loving you much too, too, too long girl
To let you get away from me, yeah
You
All my life you under-dig
Same ole thang
Same story
Ya feel me
But I gotta rep Detroit
Its in my vessels
You know what I'm sayin
It's in my veins
really blessed
I really think I'm next
Don't yet call me the best
But I will receive a text
This that food for the soul
Given by God's grace
I'm a Product
by surprise
(Cuz I caught her by surprise)
You a fine woman
I'm the catch
You the prize
Told me that I turn her on probably no matter what the size
My hand only a swipe, like visa, say the wrong shit ima beat ya , you fuck around, you is leaving the south, and really moving up down by Detroit
Guided by the spirit so you know Im Never missing
And no Im not Detroit but Im still rocking pistons
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