[Intro]
Where we at?
Yeah (Hell Block, Hully Gully)
[Chorus]
I'm from the real Detroit, not the townhomes (Yeah)
Where we ain’t nothing like them boys from the brownstones (Cut way different)
Stood on the corners with them saugers and calzones
Drugs on 76th, off of Warwick, me and Mortermir Milestone
[Verse 1]
As sure as the sky is gray, as pure as the whitest yay
I pour like a five a day, ay
Dior what I buy my bae (Twelve for the lingerie)
Ignorе bitches night and day, say
You pay more than the pricе I pay
I got these niggas feeling way more than some type of way
It's all in a day's work, what more is it I can say?
But watch for them plane searches, stay the fuck out the way
For real, used to send a bag with Camille
Till she got addicted, caught a hook up habit when we was trafficking (Shh)
Fill in the blanks
While that bitch was picking her nose, I was spilling drank
Tryna rebuild the bank, what else? (Mafia)
Where we at with it
[Chorus]
I’m from the real Detroit, not the townhomes (Eastside, 7-2 Blocks Projects)
Where we ain't nothing like them boys from the brownstones (At all, everything solid, one hundro)
Stood on the corners with them saugers and calzones (ConCreatures, where we at?)
Off of Warwick, me and Mortermir Milestone
[Verse 2]
As long as they making guns, instigating wars
What the fuck you think they was gon' stop when they was making yours?
Thinking you can take what's mine and just make it yours
Doggy and his kind ain't my type, they some label whores
These cops need to use they tasers more
Your hitman missed fam like why the fuck he pay you for
Piece hit grams, I need to take 'em to the table more
If we knock down this big man, that's a major score
Tryna make the Forbes, that's how you know I role caine
’Cause I stay in some shit you niggas can’t afford
Can't touch what you can’t feel
Just let that all soak in like the pain that I can't absorb, yeah
Don't let me take this pain that's mine and make it yours
Clean him up with the mop stick, do my daily chores (Grrt, where we at with it?)
[Chorus]
I’m from the real Detroit, not the townhomes
Where we ain't nothing like them boys from the brownstones
Stood on the corners with them saugers and calzones
Off of Warwick, me and Mortermir Milestone
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