I need to leave here

I used to wanna be God's messenger vs everybody

Fuck a bidness, this a greater under pressure hobby

Fuck a dollar amount when it's bodies to count

Holler and I'll be the one to get you out of the drought

'Cus I keep a brick of dope in my written quotes

Enough to get a load coast to coast on the biggest boat

Body of work like the hoes in the centerfolds

Hustle, I don't play boy, money turning into gold

Detroit soldiers, a dummy get enlisted for

The army but our streets have you running from our city tropes

Talking guns, drugs, hoes, cars, bums, thugs

Art, soul, funds, old, east, west, joy rd

North end, HP, Southwest, don't go

Where you end and begin at, nigga won't know

So just stick to the script when you enter the strip

This is a tip, cus my city make yo city the bitch

And I'm still God like with an odd sight

In a dog fight I could kill you with a palm strike

Swag on the Don Lord got the Don nice

I could put up 45 on an off night

My cloth tight, these raw nikes and off white

D fitted got my D image looking all ice

So cold in the D, we the frost bite

Double up and double back if the cost right

We keep it trendy, the city where every penny

Is ended with getting litty, some henny or seeing titties

Niggas will catch you slipping, you eating, you see the envy

The trigger that got you dipping, and fleeing to leave the city

On yo ass if you coming to show disrespect

But if you breaking bread, splitting pros getting checks

We invite you to the murder capital

The murder mitten where you splitting capital or these niggas after you