Detroit Legends

[Intro: G.T.]
Yeah
That shit crazy
Turn me up in the headphone
Ayy
Brrt
Brrt
Motion, ayy, yeah
Ayy

[Verse 1: G.T.]
I'm a Detroit legend like I'm Juan or Blade
The home of rockin' Cartiers, whips slidin' on blades
If rap don't work, I'm supplyin' the yay
Hit the road for thirty days, tryna find me a state
Back in grind mode, ramen noodles, no more steak
Fuck tryna buy the crib, I wanna buy the estate
I got a couple E's sold, got pills on the road
Chillin' by the fireplace at the house by the lake
The bag in, it's fishscale, you can tell by the flake
Thе National a hundred racks, you can eat off the paint
I just want what's minе, after that, I'm straight
Had to pump my brakes, stop blowin' my cake
I been stayin' out the limelight, tryna get my mind right
I know how to sit back and pop out when the time right
Prezi ain't got one stone, but it shine bright
Wake up, I don't know which way to go, I might do gold or white
When you gettin' real paper, lil' nigga, you got options
Mixin' up designer, I got Dior on Prada
My bitch ain't got no waist, a cold face like a model
It's gon' cost a couple dollars if you hoes tryna follow
We poppin' seals, bro, poppin' corks on Spade bottles
We play the cards we was dealt, they my spade partner
Niggas think they doin' somethin', need to go way harder
You can get the blow soft, but the yay way harder

[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah, bitch, we was grindin' back when Chello had the gray Marauder
Came some ways from Coney dogs to eatin' steak and lobster
Open spots with everything, yeah, this bitch came with options
Couple niggas made it out of school, some niggas made it robbin'
My big brother made a million, he was twenty-five
We used to sell the gas twos, three for twenty-five
I watched Tim pull up and tell a nigga move around
They was on the block and GG came through there and blew it down
I really stumbled on the plug and put my niggas on it
Taught my self 'bought cookin' lean and put the city on it
That fed time done showed me patience and to get back focused
See this jewelry and these cars, know it's really motion
I bought an eighth of soft at twelve, I was good at servin'
Me and Soldier got in a shootout on Lakewood and Vernon
And you can tell the ones who rat the way they movin' nervous
Made it out this bitch to make a change, we in the hood with purpose, nigga