[Intro: Boldy James & Sample]
One plant after another has abandoned Detroit
First time we ever made a thousand dollars in one day...
227, Blockworks
In other crimes or violence also, Detroit is among the statistics
Uh-uh
[Verse 1]
Tapped in like a touchscreen, black Benz but the guts green
Half brick of that Justine, all for crack, still call it Fenkell Ave
Where them young niggas got a couple hot jingles
In they pocket and they keep a mag
Street dreamin', need a Lamborghini
Used to dream of Jeannie, now I dream of cash
Name hold weight in the streets everywhere I'm at, I don't need a pass
700, that's a Yeezy Boost, 350 stashed in Adidas bag
Had to find a whole 'nother route (Yeah)
Mappin' out a whole 'nother town
Slappin' off a whole 'nother line
Trappin' out my whole mother house
See niggas out in public, they crew look like a boy band
I copped my first 300 grits from my lil' sister's boyfriend
Invested in myself, them thousands just gon' bring me more bands
Back on my way to Syracuse to holler at the Orange Man (The juice)
'Cause in my line of work, gotta know when to sever ties
He killed my older cousin Rick, so me and his beef never died
That steel drum on the SKatie, it hold a seven-five
Purp and Grady told me let it ride, but shit, I'd rather slide (Yeah)
One plant after another has abandoned Detroit
First time we ever made a thousand dollars in one day...
227, Blockworks
In other crimes or violence also, Detroit is among the statistics
Uh-uh
[Verse 1]
Tapped in like a touchscreen, black Benz but the guts green
Half brick of that Justine, all for crack, still call it Fenkell Ave
Where them young niggas got a couple hot jingles
In they pocket and they keep a mag
Street dreamin', need a Lamborghini
Used to dream of Jeannie, now I dream of cash
Name hold weight in the streets everywhere I'm at, I don't need a pass
700, that's a Yeezy Boost, 350 stashed in Adidas bag
Had to find a whole 'nother route (Yeah)
Mappin' out a whole 'nother town
Slappin' off a whole 'nother line
Trappin' out my whole mother house
See niggas out in public, they crew look like a boy band
I copped my first 300 grits from my lil' sister's boyfriend
Invested in myself, them thousands just gon' bring me more bands
Back on my way to Syracuse to holler at the Orange Man (The juice)
'Cause in my line of work, gotta know when to sever ties
He killed my older cousin Rick, so me and his beef never died
That steel drum on the SKatie, it hold a seven-five
Purp and Grady told me let it ride, but shit, I'd rather slide (Yeah)
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