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City!
This is for all them big money makin in detroit.
I know ya' ridin high boy, i know ya' high.
I might skate through my city 500 dry, just gotta fresh fade from the shop.
Gonna pick up my nigga we gonna hit the strip, got the 3-5-7 just we trip.
Might get a lil' drunk smoke some weed, and fuck with some hoes thats all we need.
I'ma' real ass nigga that neva' fake, if you feel like me pump yo' break.
See i made this shit fo' them niggaz who roll, like Tony out control.
From the D-E-R-T-R-O-I-T can't no nigga out fuck wit' me.
I'm gettin (mailed?) fuck a jail cell, post bail, gettin paid who you gonna tell.
Wit' punk ass! I blast! Any muthafucka runnin' up in the ski mask.
Never out done only out doin', titty bar bitches is the i'm screwin'.
Why? all my niggaz did they addicted ta' sellin Yayo and yellin' hey hoe.
If you don't know i think you go axe somebody bout' a real nigga hoe YO!

Bitch! you betta axe somebody! (bitch you axe somebody)
Cause i don't just talk! (i don't just talk baby, right)
(repeat)
I don't just talk when it to makin' my (snouts?)
i wuz slangin' rocks way before all them rappers.
On The sellin dimes, FUCK the ryhmes young nigga came up through them hard times.
I'ma' seven mile ride, beers glidin big bluntin' ain't no in if ya' frame.
The of the best friends Robbey and I, now niggaz in my city like do or die.
All i do is smoke weed and these hoes, have em' waitin by the phone hopin they get chose.
All you ass niggas be player hatin'.
Cause i'm makin money strait regulatin'.
And you be ill all counterfeit.
about no buisnes you all about bullshit.
Get yo' shit together, ridin' on the next niggaz dick and lovin these tricks.
It all started as a toddler, .45 swallower to the foot step follower.
Slang' an oz. niggaz wanna' know me bitches wanna know my bidness ya' nosey.
I'm thinkin how can i come up on the 8 feet, i let the money get chance to get away from me.
Street polaticin', hood rat dick stickin, Call me Cernal Sanders cause i got the chicken.
Ill life wicked ways make me real trife, i bring the thought up it's all "Reel Life"

Bitch! you axe somebody! (bitch you betta' axe somebody)
Cause i don't just talk! (i don't just baby, thats right)
(repeat)
Voice: You better ask somebody, if you talk.
(repeat 4x)