[Verse 1]

(Afternoon afternoon)

Simpson

I’m trying to have ice chandeliers

Buying stamps near

Saw me flash with the cash

Paradise in the mirror

Sights for my peers

I tell them short stories

Fam was like I feel ya seeing

All of that for me

I’m fast like a 4 4 40

Women wanna score me and have me on Maury

Grave mistake trying to play me like a shorty

I’m treacherous make it look effortless

Breaking up my quarterlies

Me and my disorderlies

Blowing smoke signals to a shorter way of pouring these

Hoodrats porter peas or should I say peas porter

While my enemy’s stares would freeze water

We need order yeah

I’m holding up four like we playing three quarters

I’m Back with a vengeance vowed to get revenge

Through my sentence

Before we kick the door off the hinges

My millimeter takes inches

You’re buried in the yard with your foot in the dentures

I'm getting it with interest

Slap my own arm at you insects

Without time to invest

I packed up, kissed my girl

Told her bye and left my footprints on the world

I couldn’t say your man’s not thorough

Gliding over hurdles so high my blood curdles

Elevated and I won’t stop till I’m celebrating

I’m doing this for those like you’ll never make it

Is that so we laughed about it with my fans at my last show

Cash flow coming I used to carve onions

Backed it up and got a rush when I let a half go

And now I’m like a rap natural reborn

Armstrong like the great Satchmo

[Chorus]

Detroit’s son

And we get money till the law comes

Get it Detroit bred

For good luck I break a leg

The underdog underground underestimated

Piss pavement

Cracked a Johnny Walker got wasted

Straight no ice from the city

Where they’ll take your life

If you don’t wanna get left go right get it

The pain stays dormant

Dread the phone calls in the morning

Cuz it involves mourning

I heard my man’s beat took three

Broad day on 6 mile couldn’t say bye cuz I was touring

Another cold case they’re ignoring

Ensuring our work’s not important

They want me to follow these foreign policies

But what about the teens and the tourists

With the Taurus, aiming at civilians heartless

Grown man game amongst children

No I’m not in the building I’m building

I was told the way to give back is keep living

This vehicle of music is keeping me driven

And my tank’s all full so watch your mouth

I’m applying an old cop in the house

So I’m all about my chicken

And I take no bullshit

Detroit’s son and we getting money till the law comes

Get it Detroit bred

For good luck I break a leg

Detroit’s son [x3]