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We in this great lakes state steaks n shrimp It's kinds hard to miss the crew cause' we all got We come with new kicks and stetsons The super saggy bags and the white trash No flexin', huh, know what I You can feel us fool, we don't need to be all about the green, not the drugs we be takin' That shits free with an lp in circulation, and we be wastin' Got all state, all county, all hood rhymes all good times, thank the lord For dumb fuckin' people and card fraud Were tearin' up lawn, we got herds of lincolns Step into your crib and have whole house stinkin' Don't blink and think were soft Hide your money and your gold and express your thoughts We get mad props, wreck all stops on crews they get confused and lose, that's what we do Styles tem from Leavin' in awe you get jawed for lookin' queer Can you me or am I talkin to the wall That's top dog callin' out and everyone of y'all You get balls you come and talk that But top dogs camp nothing to fuck with And don't say we warn ya I got this detroit thing with more than california Drunk dj smokin' cognac me the sidekick thug boy kid with the limp I rip through like a bullet in the breeze And I float through like a shark in the sea A we bit shy but I by me And I'm a motherfucker when I have to be Got g's with sleeves and thieves on hold Strategically placed in case somebody feels bold, I You ho's you can't with these 'cause I make more papers then See we believe in brotherhood is criteria You with top dog your fuckin' with familia No I ain't feelin' ya, got all that I can do to Anytime you see me you stand clear You see me in my lincoln, in the clubs Who you gonna check bitch, what the fuck you You can check me but that shit don't You can get your life took to take my pride You ride with who? man that ain't big I with dogs that'll rock your wig And got gigs all money, detroit to Cellular receivers and beepers is what were Your of importance, I don't sweat you Yeah the drinks on me but the on you I'm all the everyday nothin' at all See I'm not doin very much I'm just havin' a I'm in bed by I'm up by noon I sit around, I might write me a tune I go fishin' and again I might not I might get me a 40 or pour me some The watch on my wrist that don't exist A lot of pissed people from that I've missed I dissed everybody and their mom for 'cause everybody's but nobody ever bites Your talkin' loud, nothin' Get you dad, get cousin Go and get your boy 'cause he's as big as a Now take pussy ass click and get the fuck out I'm the estranged, deranged, got like states I live in plush hotels with them hourly I do big 8 times a day The crew be livin' large at the bay Got a way the world and now I'm lookin' to scramble Ain't to ass out on a no good gamble I could handle anything but I ain't for broke So before somebody somebody's getting' choked I'm a no good freak, I tweak skin rashes I lose a love with every day that passes Ain't a masochistic, rock, statistics, I'm a very shy simplitic And get this, people say I changed I'm the same mother with the same old name A little game and extra cash see You could fuck me but put it past me You bash me and got no reason I can lay up in the caymans for 4 seasons I ain't a pnk, I to be I live for what is not used to be all up in the past that's ass Hear I say I'm all about today and I'm a die way... bitch