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[Intro]
I'm in a good mood now, you feel me?
On my first CD I was angry at the people in the city
'cause when that one shit happen
Everybody thought it was funny shit in the game
But I realized that was a test to see if I had what it took
To hold the city down, and I proved that
Now the streets know I'm go protect Detroit reputation
By any means necessary when I get my turn

[Verse 1]
My turn
When it come to shit talkin, I'm the mothafuckin best
My Louis sneakers checkers but, the game of life is chess
I took some losses but, my diamond crosses say I'm bless
BYLUG Ent, we ain't fuckin' with the rest
I don't rep no East to West, I'm only reppin' for Detroit
Girl don't want yo broke ass, she rather go play with her toy
I'm just tryna get these bills, nigga like LeSean McCoy
Lately I been gettin' money with them Margarita boys
I'm smokin' on this loud while I'm crusin' down the mile
Scrollin' through my phone, like who bitch should I dial?
A couple niggas hatin' but I know my momma proud
Got the fuck up out that deal, ain't no stoppin' us now
When Jeezy come to town, they won't let us perform
They just totally ignored, I made it to Billboard
I'm too talented for that, I couldn't' take it no more
And besides Big Quis a mothafuckin overlord
I'm drivin' foreign cars, my wifey rock a Rollie
I think my bitch is loyal, at least that's what she told me
Can walk in Fat Boys and order me a Chicken Hoagie
This stick is helpin' me protect the ice just like a goalie
Ever fucked a bitch with a million followers?, I did
Cartier's with the chunky diamonds on my eyelids
If I die today, Dre go make sure that my kids straight
How you real? and that watch you wearin' on ya wrist fake
Baddest bitches in Detroit can tell you how my dick taste
I'ma say they names if they don't support my mixtape
Get cho shit straight so you stop being broke and mad
That reggie blunt got yo breath smellin' like open ass
Touch this water, get wet just like a ocean splash
I gotta ball, can't let them pin my shit on the glass
I carry cash, my wifey holdin' the cash carrier
Chanel clutches and Cartiers is all you see
Chinchilla coats and the coups I cruise came overseas
Chillin' courtside catchin' Caldwell at Lil Cease' (arena)
Put some plants in my basement, money growin' on trees
I'm the reason yo girl got carpet burns on all her knees
Roll my sleeve up a little, take a look at my wrist
Patek Philippe, I swear to God that's next on my list
I want to shoot it out, this nigga wanta make a diss
Shout to my uncle Much, a OG from the 6 (McNichols)
Sippin' Crist' with Brisk, that's a breakfast for champs
I'm gettin' money, my mothafuckin neck is a lamp
My camp consisted, our jewelry glistenin' with no assistance
The best ever, the record label ain't see the vision
I got the look, these hoes love me you fuckin' dummy (dummy)
Can really rap, the streets love me you fuckin' dummy (dummy)
Sorry for the wait, I had to get my business straight
I'm the worst mistake Atlantic dumbass then ever made

[Outro]
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