[Intro: Boldy James & sample]
"One plant after another has abandoned Detroit"
First time we ever made a thousand dollars in one day...
227, Blockworks
"In other crimes of violence also, Detroit is among the statistics"
Uh-uh
[Verse 1]
Tapped in like a touchscreen, black Benz but the guts green
Half brick of that Justine
All for crack, still call it Fenkell Ave
Where them young niggas got a couple hot jingles in they pocket and they keep a mag
Street dreamin', need a Lamborghini
Used to dream of Jeannie, now I dream of cash
Name hold weight in the streets everywhere I'm at, I don't need a pass
700, that's a Yeezy Boost, 350 stashed in Adidas bag
Had to find a whole 'nother route (Yeah)
Mappin' out a whole 'nother town
Slappin' off a whole 'nother line
Trappin' out my whole mother house
See niggas out in public, they crew look like a boy band
I copped my first 300 grits from my lil' sister's boyfriend
Invested in myself, them thousands just gon' bring me more bands
Back on my way to Syracuse to holler at the Orange Man (The juice)
'Cause in my line of work, gotta know when to sever ties
He killed my older cousin Rick, so me and his beef never died
That steel drum on the SKatie, it hold a seven-five
Purp and Grady told me let it ride, but shit, I'd rather slide (Yeah)
[Chorus: Boldy James & sample]
Cold game in these streets, kept it by my side
Now I cross my T's and I dot my I's
Catch 'em from long range, let that chopper ride
When them doors swing, that's a giant slide
Nigga reachin' for my chain, must be tryna die
Now they snitchin' on James to the homicide
Let that pole bang, wipe the tears from his mama eyes
And kill his whole gang, that's a giant slide
"They traveled in packs, and they've hunted on the streets--"
Giant slide
"...of Detroit from a very early age"
Giant slide
Giant slide, uh
[Verse 2]
Pitchin' drums outside was my 9 to 5
AR wake a sleeping giant up and chop him down to size
Sweep your street then mop it up, won't make it out alive
Big drum on my four-five, that's a giant slide
ConCreature, Boldy James, Yola Gang, Bonnie, Clyde
Wanted by the homicide, only time my mama lied
When cops asked when she last saw me, off of Outer Drive
Last night, somebody said they caught me hoppin' out the ride
Slide down on a opp, pop his top, drop his guys
Cut 'em up with that chainsaw, we did the Cha-Cha Slide
Same niggas chasin' clout who still think Pac alive (Haha)
Don't give no fuck about no thot, you are not the bride
Got straight drop, and that top, for the 95
Gettin' high while I ride down the I-9-5
Now we out in Memphis, Tenn, future looking bleak
It took a week, but when they caught up with him, he got put to sleep
[Chorus]
Cold game in these streets, kept it by my side
Now I cross my T's and I dot my I's
Catch 'em from long range, let that chopper ride
When them doors swing, that's a giant slide
Nigga reachin' for my chain, must be tryna die
Now they snitchin' on James to the homicide
Let that pole bang, wipe the tears from his mama eyes
And kill his whole gang, that's a giant slide
Giant slide
Giant slide
Giant slide
[Outro: Boldy James & [?]]
It ain't even that I really wanna, like, get outta here. But it's just romantic, because it's... I don't know, I don't know how to put it in words, bro. I've been so close to it forever, y'know? It's like, "Hello darkness, my old friend..."
(That's real)
You know? It's like, it's my old friend - darkness is my old friend, so, yeah—but like, that line, nigga. "Under the pale moonlight, you niggas never danced with the devil". People don't do that, they don't dance with the devil. They don't know nothing about that!
("State Troopers behind you while you slam on your pedal")
Yeah, nigga! Bro, that's the line that bothered me—that I was talking to you about? That line bothered me for like two weeks. I was bothered by that line for two weeks, dawg! That shit bothered me, I was livin' with that shit in the shower, like, "What the fuck did he mean by that?" Damn...
