Come With Me

[Intro]
Yeah, journey with me to Detroit City
The Eastside where it's gritty
Come With Me
YES!
My name is King Gordy and this is Van Dyke & Harper Music
I hope y'all ready
I'M THE KING!

[Verse]
Give me a beat when I spit it I'ma rip it to pieces
I'm iller than Jesus would be if he was an emcee
If it's beef I jump out with two 'kays
And shoot straight at you and you and your roommate for two days
A phenomenal feature popping your speakers
Might be rocking a theater or robbing your cleaners
I'm knocking the streets up, impregnating the block
I run out and re-up, then I'm segrating my rocks from my heroin
My heroin is racist to my weed
Never keep 'em round each other 'less you want to be a fiend
See I keep me a stack, yours all in the bank
That you call it a "trap", I call it a "Jake"
I'm from Detroit City where the D-Boys are gritty
Gotta keep more than a twenty if you wanna see some titties
I pitty any nigga who's not getting his money quickly
Went from white tees and Dickies to nice rings and Bentleys, so-a
Journey with me back to the late nineties
Before the horns was up and I was straight grinding
Before I was a rockstar, used to sell rocks hard
Eating Coney Islands every day, that's how I got large
Breaking in my boys crib stealing appliances
I'm running through fields with TV's, I ain't lying man
I was a scurvy fat nigga who gangbanged
Our hood was chain gang and we was the NBA's

[Outro]
THIS IS VAN DYKE & HARPER MUSIC!!!
LET'S GO!!!