Detroit’s Son

I'm trying to have ice chandeliers, buy stamped sneers

Saw me flash with the cash, paradise in the mirror

Sights for my peers, I tell them short stories

Fam was like, "I feel you seeing all of that for me"

I'm fast like a four four forty

Women want to score me and have me on Maury

Grave mistake trying to play me like a shorty

I'm treacherous, make it look effortless, raking up my quarterlies

Me and my disorderlies

Blowing smoke signals to assure the weed Pyrenees

Hood rats porter peas, I should've said peace Porter

While my enemy stares could freeze water, we need order

Yeah, I'm holding up the four like we played three quarters

I'm back with a vengeance, vowed to get revenge through my sentence

Before we kick the door off the hinges

My millimeter takes inches

You're buried in your yard with your foot in your dentures

I'm getting it with interest, slap my own arm at you insects

Without time to invest

I packed up, kissed my girl

Told her bye and left my footprints on the world

How could you say your man's not thorough?

I'm gliding over hurdles so high my blood curdles

Elevated and I won't stop till I'm celebrated

I'm doing this for those like, "You'll never make it"

Huh? Is that so? We laughed about it with my fans at my last show

Cash flow coming, I used to cop onions

Bagged it up and got a rush when I let a half go

And now I'm like a rap natural

Reborn Armstrong like the great Satchmo

Detroit son, and we getting money till the law comes

Yeah, Detroit bred, for good luck I break a leg

The underdog, underground, underestimated

Spit pavement, cracked the Johnny Walker, got wasted

Straight no ice from the city where they'll take your life

If you don't want to get left, go right

Yeah, this pain sits dormant

Dread the phone calls in the morning because it involves mourning

I heard my mans B took three broad day on Six Mile

Couldn't say bye because I was touring

Another cold case they're ignoring

Ensuring our work's not important

They want me to follow these foreign policies

But what about the teens and the tourists?

Where the tourists aiming at civilians, heartless

Grown man game amongst children

No, I'm not in the building, I'm building

I was told the way to get back is keep living

This vehicle of music is keeping me driven

And my tank's on full, so watch your mouth

I'm plotting on copping a house

So I'm all about my chicken and I take no bull, yeah

Detroit son, and we getting money till the law comes

Yeah, Detroit bred, for good luck I break a leg

Detroit son

Detroit son

Detroit son