Released on July 19, 2017

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[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]

1996, I left it all behind

Cause I ain't got no roof on mine

I had to jump ship, I double back for my

My accountant handle my shit

I never been the losing kind

Grind

I'm feeling like it's year one

I'm a fool anywhere, near square one

But ain't no glass ceilings, I crash through 'em

Ain't no cold spells, I light a match to 'em

Ain't no haters, right, just say congrats to 'em

This is Detox, this rehab to 'em

I bring it back years later, let it flow through 'em

Putting that chronic in their system like I used to do 'em

Respected, so it's proven that's what I been doing

Moving the game like weight and everybody been using

Bitch, it ain't really nothing left to say

You're tuned in to Detox, I'm Dr. Dre


[Chorus: Sly Pyper]

(Pow) Guns blaze when I shine

Make a wish quick, no star and I'm the shooting kind

(Pow) Front page all the time

You boys think sick, but I ain't got no roof on mine

(I dream topless, I live topless)

Like my girl is the game with her titties out

(I dream topless, I live topless)

Sky is the limit, I'm paid to run the city now


[Verse 2: Nas]

Your skin's your travelling bag of your existence

Yours is shabby and scab, while mine's glistenin'

Vivid on my skin, how many continents I visit then

You can journey with me to different places by listenin'

Shitting on them, your brother got it covered

We can slug it, knuckle it, however you want it, I love it

A hustler's wit, the grit, the grind

My genetic code make up, murderer by design

On Mayan calendar time, when night meets day

I'm in the light grey Bugatti like a high speed chase

Adrenaline like jogger, the jumping rope in place

Muhammed Ali hobbies, no Pilates, tryna keep the ocean by me

Hit a rich man's wife, see what these hoes can buy me

Looking forward, but it's nice to see the road behind me

Hotel's a seven star, Baguette's glowing

Keep your lid, yet dawg, the private jet Boeing, topless


[Chorus: Sly Pyper]

(Pow) Guns blaze when I shine

Make a wish quick, no star and I'm the shooting kind

(Pow) Front page all the time

You boys think sick, but I ain't got no roof on mine

(I dream topless, I live topless)

Like my girl is the game with her titties out

(I dream topless, I live topless)

Sky is the limit, I'm paid to run the city now