[Verse 1: Big Quis]
I got 10 'round my neck, 20 on my wrist
Fuck the record label, they ain't help us out with shit
The local radios don't play none of our hits
But somehow we still made it to the Billboards bitch
Just got off the phone with BMF [?]
He told me do my thang , don't lay up, stop on the gas
Atlantic don't know I'm that nigga, this shit makin' me mad
Ain't nobody on this earth gon' stop me getting cash
My bitch bad as hell, body portions so properly
Switching lanes in the Range Rover Autobiography
Not a goon but in Detroit dawg, this how you gotta be
Niggas robbing so I shot 'em
All the gangsters so proud of me
You not a OG to me just cause you old
You lost the G letter on the very moment you told
Versace robes and my bitch cooking on [?] stoves
Don't no nobody talk more shit than Big Quis on the globe
On the day we got signed, we caught a 10 murder case
It's a motherfucking shame how much Michigan hate
Fighting for our freedom, they was tryna send us away
We paid lawyers, we can pay for no radio play
In the 'burbs where I stay foreign wrist what I stir
Going dead broke again, the only thing that I fear
I can't blend in with the industry, them niggas is weird
Get a couple dollars, then they change the way they appear
I'm a Detroit nigga, Cartiers for life
Oh shit there go some hoes, let me throw on my ice
Last year we did the black cars now it's the white
I started all this god shit, real niggas don't lie
If you look in my eyes, you can notice I'm focused
Life is not a game but my pockets filled up with tokens
You ain't good in every hood, you just a dick sucker
I'm through with y'all, listen to my Billboard Brother
I got 10 'round my neck, 20 on my wrist
Fuck the record label, they ain't help us out with shit
The local radios don't play none of our hits
But somehow we still made it to the Billboards bitch
Just got off the phone with BMF [?]
He told me do my thang , don't lay up, stop on the gas
Atlantic don't know I'm that nigga, this shit makin' me mad
Ain't nobody on this earth gon' stop me getting cash
My bitch bad as hell, body portions so properly
Switching lanes in the Range Rover Autobiography
Not a goon but in Detroit dawg, this how you gotta be
Niggas robbing so I shot 'em
All the gangsters so proud of me
You not a OG to me just cause you old
You lost the G letter on the very moment you told
Versace robes and my bitch cooking on [?] stoves
Don't no nobody talk more shit than Big Quis on the globe
On the day we got signed, we caught a 10 murder case
It's a motherfucking shame how much Michigan hate
Fighting for our freedom, they was tryna send us away
We paid lawyers, we can pay for no radio play
In the 'burbs where I stay foreign wrist what I stir
Going dead broke again, the only thing that I fear
I can't blend in with the industry, them niggas is weird
Get a couple dollars, then they change the way they appear
I'm a Detroit nigga, Cartiers for life
Oh shit there go some hoes, let me throw on my ice
Last year we did the black cars now it's the white
I started all this god shit, real niggas don't lie
If you look in my eyes, you can notice I'm focused
Life is not a game but my pockets filled up with tokens
You ain't good in every hood, you just a dick sucker
I'm through with y'all, listen to my Billboard Brother
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