Enough Is Enough

[Intro:]
From downtown Detroit, to urban wasteland, takes just a few blocks, the city's been hollowed out, street by street. Less than a mile from the city center, Derreck Smith showed us what's left of his neighborhood

[Verse 1: Ty Farris]
Before these rap skills it was krills, hand to hand with the pills (Yeah)
Was eatin' on the corner, like Joe the animal was steel
Good kid turned to a hill, bad niggas we love to kill
There's some clones we businessman, we stay juggling deals
They ain't cookin' right, the way it's starting to look like it's rookie night
We all stars with cars, 'round with some Ice Spice lookalikes (Haha)
We booked on vice, we rearranged the game and we pushed the price
Got Detroit looking nice with no gimmicks just like Obie Trice
Who wanna fight? Get a Shinobi slice
All my hands could talk
A good do, all my good deeds done when the camera's off (Always)
Careers on death beds
Some rappers got the cancer cough
And the only Jada we acknowledge snatched Juelz' bandana off (Come on)
Bars over beautiful sounds, that's what you're witnessin'
When it come to Michigan killin' it two of the best lyricists (Facts)
And we're ahead of the competition two miles, if you really listenin'
Last nigga tried to battle me look like Scorpion finished him (Yeah)
We game changers, KD to Phoenix, Dame to Milwaukee
Final sales to Japan and the Aussies, we know it's costly
And we appreciate it, handcrafted art, that a genius making
No liquor before 12 in my sessions, never inebriated (Come on)
Never deviated the course though life's like a bed of thorns
Baby mama used to be cool, then she grew a pair of horns
You've been fairly warm black clouds comin', nigga
Prepare for storms
Money fall out the sky whenever the engineer press record

[Chorus:]
My rights, (my rights), my wrongs
When I write my songs
Damn, my story is yours (It's all on me)
My nights, so long (They so long)
Angels and demons survived the holiest wars
My rights, my wrongs (Huh)
When I write my songs
Damn, my story is yours (My shit's yours)
My nights, so long (So long)
Angels and demons survived the holiest wars

[Verse 2: Mickey Diamond]
Still dangerous, nigga
Yo, turn me up in the headphones a little bit, uhuh
(Diamonds)
We made it here without no co-signs
Just hard work and dope rhymes
My bars are Terry Bradshaw' clothes line
You gotta know that you can't have an open heart with a closed mind
Gotta thank the people, they could have picked yours but chose mine (I thank you all)
My jersey Barry Sanders, NFL Pro Line
They want to see you, bro shine
My hood looking like the land before time
Dangerous, a nigga did it four times (four times), and when the war's on
My brothers transform like Voltron
Hustle in the snowfall, and throw I want a cold song? (Uhuh)
Exhale the smoke and when you breathe the shit will blow fall
In the studio jumpin' through loops like a showdog
Remember when I quit my last job? I did a no call
New baby on the way, I said fuck it, I'mma show y'all
'Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built for lamb chops and Goyard (Uhuh)
Fuck a dance battle, my AR stomp the whole yard
Oh Lord, this ain't a Ford, this a foreign car that niggas can't afford
We on the money train screamin' "all aboard" (Choo!)
Mighty is the sword, pistol packin' every song that he record
Now I'm popping and they don't love me anymore
I'm still the same man with the man smoking Newports on my album cover
Break your baby mother legs, Detroit Smash her without the rubber (Uhuh)
Pockets fat like the guy that ran with Ed Lover
Me and Mac been runnin' this shit back to back for ten summers (What)
With the rap we did numbers (we did), I know you see us (I know)
You gotta thank Copenhagen Crates, BarsOverBS (Thank you)
Gotta thank De Rap Winkel, Big Ghost and Mal' Knox (Thank you)
Can't forget Trip and Mack, most of all, Pro and Snot' (Thank you)
Big Umbrella 'till it's up, them boys the only bros I got (My niggas)
I throw a shot behind them (boom!), whether you know it or not
We went from counting change to living and folding up guap (Uhuh)
After the Method Man shout out how niggas supposed to stop?
I be the cream of the crop, sold out everything
King of the drops to throw bling in a watch (Bling!)
Somebody pinch me, I can't tell if I'm dreamin' or not (Wake up)
My good dope sells itself, now watch me steam in the pot
What?

[Chorus:]
My rights, (my rights), my wrongs
When I write my songs
Damn, my story is yours (It's all on me)
My nights, so long (They so long)
Angels and demons survived the holiest wars
My rights, my wrongs (Huh)
When I write my songs
Damn, my story is yours (My shit's yours)
My nights, so long (So long)
Angels and demons survived the holiest wars

[Outro:]
Diamonds
Still dangerous, nigga