Detroit State of Mind Obie Trice (Ft. J-Nutty Da Don)

[Intro: Obie Trice]
What up
Jokes on us

[Chorus: Obie Trice]
Everything in the city ain’t pretty
When you’re looking at the gutter everything
Trying to make a way to survive
Even though it ain’t right
I’m trying to preach another ghetto hymn
A stick it to where I've been
Hustling to come up all my life
Testify, it’s just a Detroit state of mind

[Verse 1: Obie Trice]
Detroit win’er, cold in December
Hustle on the corner, tether on the fibula
N_ wanna stick ‘em up cause O’s getting richerer
That ain’t a word, but birds they speak literature
Literally hood house, semi in the couch
Figuring life out with this last half an ounce
We just trying to defeat the drought, make ends meet
Flous like a motherfucking bous
Slim Thugger Sig Deuce ninety
Drug smuggler, they ain’t got love for us
Cuff us, throw us in jail for being hustlers
We on that knuckle so why would you fuck with us?
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Y’all don't know Pacific
Just to be 'pecific, N_, came out of Michigan
No pot to piss in
Just a few rocks in this pocket for flippin’
N_