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    "Detroit" Lyrics


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    I want to know.....who the fuck down wit me?
    I want to know.....unh
    I want to know.....

    First Verse:

    Would you ride with me, even though it's suicide?
    Only deal with the real, can't get with them true lies
    Tellin' tall tales to your home boys and them
    Chances of me believin' you, boy is slim
    Can't trust words with no wisdom
    Fuck him!
    If you drownin' out here, must not be doin' too much to swim
    Bein' down and out is like water in your lungs
    Game over, time's up, out of order son
    Only greedy muthafuckas get the World
    I done devised a plan so tough, my shit's thorough
    Only playa muthafuckas get the girls that split the wigs
    And only a Mastamind can tell you what time it is


    I'm from the D-E-T, are-O-I-T
    Where muthafuckas show fear, for nobody
    We there, never scared, prepare, yo posse
    Muthafuckas still actin' like some hoes I see
    Man some of these niggas is bitches too
    And some of these niggas look JUST LIKE YOU
    All this madness got me sick as the flu
    You could be, executed, all the shit you do


    Second Verse:

    In the middle of the jungle with the wildlife
    I'm throwin' a left blow, while duckin' a wild right
    In the middle of war, never fatigue
    For these, sharks, they'll spill your blood if you ever bleed
    Don't be frontin' now, don't be the one eight-hundred dial
    Come automatic like a hundred rounds
    Only fearless muthafuckas, could look me in they eye
    Only warriors survive, and the weak, get eaten alive


    Third Verse:

    Kickin' wild by my style
    Don't cut it down, do it now
    I'm a statue of my body and soul, with a food dial
    Control the dial, put you up on some game
    Man, must I explain?
    I want the World like the brain
    Don't think I would digest if the city swallowed me whole
    With high stakes, think about, the crap I'd unfold
    To roll with the wrong clique of G's? Nigga please
    Same sucka roll around to try to get the keys
    Man, how I'm gone ride with you? Tell the truth
    You jumpin' out your skin a nigga yell "Boo"
    I'm laughin' at'cha
    Mash ya down, the block's passin' ya
    I don't need a bitch with a dick for a passenger
    3-D, I'm on some parallel level
    want to see me? Must be a dead Devil
    Only crazy muthafuckas fly blind
    It ain't time to front, time to rep just like a gang sign

    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Roba Music, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Gary N Reed, Scott Santos.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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