[Intro]
What up, doe
Detroit
The new home of the greatest
I'm in my D hat, D hat, D hat, D hat
[Chorus]
I'm in my D hat, and it's a blue fitted
You gettin' money, but you don't know what to do with it
I know I'm wit' it, don't know if you wit' it
This is dedicated to the few who be like, "Who did it?"
[Verse 1]
You took a step forward, you need to step back
'Cause in a puddle of blood is where you're left at
You see, Detroit is Beirut, Chicago's Iraq
America is a war zone, I'm just statin' the facts
People wanna hold hands and lines and protest
Niggas still gettin' shot in the street with no vest
Donald Trump is the President, now you're so stressed
But I'm high for the next four years, like, "Oh yes!"
Who gives a fuck less about a tax write-off
Won't stop Edison from cuttin' my lights off
Won't stop terrorists or their suicide bombin'
We don't wanna die, I think we all got that in common
To be silent in these times is a crime if you got a voice
But when you open up your mouth
You sound ignorant by choice
Do you believe in God? [And God did not believe in?]
My religion is reality, the Garden of Eden
If you a celebrity up to bat, you know you struck out
Said you was movin' out of America, get the fuck out
We don't need your coward ass around here
'Cause this the Home of the Brave, no fear
I swear this'll be my year
So I need you to lend me your ear
I got a little somethin' that you all should hear
Love trumps hate, let's get things clear
You can hate me because my skin color
But you just hatin' yourself, because we still brothers
And the Statue of Liberty's freedom's real mother
She taught us all empathy so we could feel others
I was inspired to write this when the polls closed
It's like your soul's closed, God left us, and the store's closed
I'm from Detroit, don't know if you get it
We be like, "What up, doe?" We chasin' after new digits
Industry hate us and we know only a few wit' it
But we gonna keep puttin' it down until you do get it
I'm on my D shit, 3-1-3 shit, that's how it be shit
Godlike, so you know I love that G shit
I wish it was different on the streets, but it's not
So stay out your political feelings 'fore you get shot
We all know we're livin' in Hell 'cause it's hot
The wicked gettin' arrested, wicketshit will never stop
What up, doe
Detroit
The new home of the greatest
I'm in my D hat, D hat, D hat, D hat
[Chorus]
I'm in my D hat, and it's a blue fitted
You gettin' money, but you don't know what to do with it
I know I'm wit' it, don't know if you wit' it
This is dedicated to the few who be like, "Who did it?"
[Verse 1]
You took a step forward, you need to step back
'Cause in a puddle of blood is where you're left at
You see, Detroit is Beirut, Chicago's Iraq
America is a war zone, I'm just statin' the facts
People wanna hold hands and lines and protest
Niggas still gettin' shot in the street with no vest
Donald Trump is the President, now you're so stressed
But I'm high for the next four years, like, "Oh yes!"
Who gives a fuck less about a tax write-off
Won't stop Edison from cuttin' my lights off
Won't stop terrorists or their suicide bombin'
We don't wanna die, I think we all got that in common
To be silent in these times is a crime if you got a voice
But when you open up your mouth
You sound ignorant by choice
Do you believe in God? [And God did not believe in?]
My religion is reality, the Garden of Eden
If you a celebrity up to bat, you know you struck out
Said you was movin' out of America, get the fuck out
We don't need your coward ass around here
'Cause this the Home of the Brave, no fear
I swear this'll be my year
So I need you to lend me your ear
I got a little somethin' that you all should hear
Love trumps hate, let's get things clear
You can hate me because my skin color
But you just hatin' yourself, because we still brothers
And the Statue of Liberty's freedom's real mother
She taught us all empathy so we could feel others
I was inspired to write this when the polls closed
It's like your soul's closed, God left us, and the store's closed
I'm from Detroit, don't know if you get it
We be like, "What up, doe?" We chasin' after new digits
Industry hate us and we know only a few wit' it
But we gonna keep puttin' it down until you do get it
I'm on my D shit, 3-1-3 shit, that's how it be shit
Godlike, so you know I love that G shit
I wish it was different on the streets, but it's not
So stay out your political feelings 'fore you get shot
We all know we're livin' in Hell 'cause it's hot
The wicked gettin' arrested, wicketshit will never stop
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