[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
Thou shalt not fuck with Detroit, MI
Never owned a Coogi, Ford truck, or a pair of them gator Mauris
Please hold your applause for these parables and stories
Give all praise to Allah, to God be the glory
My Papa raised me like I'm a dog with rabies
Playin' "da ha da ha" in the dropped Mercedes
Ridin' with the chopper daily
Pupils dilated like I'm Sada Baby
Nozzle on that gun larger than the one on that Gaga lady
Play with my time like I'm a playful don
My arm comes out the car, my window down like I'm tryna borrow some Grey Poupon
First these bitches love it, then they hate it, then they hate to love it
I'm straight with publishin', I don't care if the radio station's stubborn
Y'all haters busters, I'm David Ruffin
It'll take me nothin' to put your life on a dollar menu right there by the Egg McMuffin
While these boys orderin' shots, snortin' rocks, and importin' thots
I'm floatin' with forty knots, to the bag like I'm a border cop
Any artist in hip-hop fuck with Nickel stock, sure to drop
Especially if he Russel Wilson, good guy, sorta pop
You sure to die, pallbearers bring flowers, he's mortified
Me and Porter got the same stayin' power that hoarders got
Whoever Superman, I got kryptonite in these hands
But I'd rather soup-a-man, leave you liquified with these cans
I don't care if you rap niggas is trendin' topic, your shit is garbage
You couldn't make a classic out of that trash if you had Brenda drop it
You at the rental car spot Enterprise while I'm enterprisin'
I don't cop my whips without coppin' rims and a body kit and my tint is darkened
Closest I'ma probably get to window shoppin'
Thou shalt not fuck with Detroit, MI
Never owned a Coogi, Ford truck, or a pair of them gator Mauris
Please hold your applause for these parables and stories
Give all praise to Allah, to God be the glory
My Papa raised me like I'm a dog with rabies
Playin' "da ha da ha" in the dropped Mercedes
Ridin' with the chopper daily
Pupils dilated like I'm Sada Baby
Nozzle on that gun larger than the one on that Gaga lady
Play with my time like I'm a playful don
My arm comes out the car, my window down like I'm tryna borrow some Grey Poupon
First these bitches love it, then they hate it, then they hate to love it
I'm straight with publishin', I don't care if the radio station's stubborn
Y'all haters busters, I'm David Ruffin
It'll take me nothin' to put your life on a dollar menu right there by the Egg McMuffin
While these boys orderin' shots, snortin' rocks, and importin' thots
I'm floatin' with forty knots, to the bag like I'm a border cop
Any artist in hip-hop fuck with Nickel stock, sure to drop
Especially if he Russel Wilson, good guy, sorta pop
You sure to die, pallbearers bring flowers, he's mortified
Me and Porter got the same stayin' power that hoarders got
Whoever Superman, I got kryptonite in these hands
But I'd rather soup-a-man, leave you liquified with these cans
I don't care if you rap niggas is trendin' topic, your shit is garbage
You couldn't make a classic out of that trash if you had Brenda drop it
You at the rental car spot Enterprise while I'm enterprisin'
I don't cop my whips without coppin' rims and a body kit and my tint is darkened
Closest I'ma probably get to window shoppin'
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