Detroit vs. Everybody

Tell 'em if they want it, they can come get that (static)
 I swear I love my city, I just want a little (static)
 See me, they salute me, they ain't ready for that (static)
 Detroit vs. Everybody
 What up doe, everybody? I'm Detroit
 So it's me vs. everybody if you ain't Detroit
 We all hood, we love the gun smoke
 A message from air traffic control
 I'm doin' them niggas bold
 Takin' it back to when rappers got beat up out their clothes
 Treat 'em like little hoes
 Used to wake up to snitches swingin' from light poles
 When the booger sugar took a light dose
 Shout out to every nigga that ever made money over in Brightmoor
 With the white folks, in the window like a psycho
 Puttin' the perfect play together; maestro
 And since it's so cold in the D, if you don't come to see me
 You might fuck around and see a nigga ice go
 Had a lil' homie, run up on him with a knife though
 Aiight ho, watch the big homie on the roof with the rifle
 Who might go loco and shoot for nothin'
 Will go postal with you for somethin'
 And I'm willin' to give it to keep the counterfeits up out of my city
 Ask around and they all know Tricky
 Still pull it together for the kitty
 Pour a little liquor for Biggie
 And Frank Nitty on the Mickey, send 'em to Diddy
 Tried to get me a spot on the Revolt
 Switch a man's past from the revolt
 Touchin' mothafuckas with the remote
 Think your man sleepin' out here but nigga please, he woke
 Ayo east side, raised on that east side
 When we just throw our pinkies up along with the peace sign
 Fairview street sign, who the fuck are these guys?
 Niggas want war, we make 'em feel it, touch their G spot
 My grandma sold pies and I ain't talkin' 'bout no key lime
 Junkies at the side door, make sure that ain't 5-0
 They done set her up, they done hit her with that combo
 They done let the dogs out, house smellin' like Pine Sol
 That was on the north end, I was on the porch then
 Grandma what you cookin' up? Grandma why that fork bent?
 Grandma where my mom at? Now I want her, beep her up
 Always imagined we was poor and that her feet was up
 Jordans, yeah we had 'em on, bitch it wasn't no teasin' us
 Remember me and Pooh was in the window eatin' peanut butter
 Damn I miss my cousin, I'm like R.I.P. to Trina's son
 I'm from where it ain't no love, everybody need a gun
 Detroit V.S. everybody, P.S
 Fuck y'all too, we don't care what y'all do
 Still, you can't deny the real
 Time reveal, society squeals and the society kill
 Money motivated though we take it
 These cats are overrated, severely, poppin' up yearly
 Then they disappear within the same year
 Like it never happened, them niggas just rappin' barely
 I'm a shooter, loadin' my magazine and throw the book at 'em
 Like a prosecutor, the Glock'll do you like a college tutor
 Cause right after class
 I teach a mothafucka somethin' and watch him pass
 Graduation, I rattle cages
 We make some uncomfortable, I didn't grow up like the Huxtables
 West 7th where those drugs'll move nonstop
 Soft white or hard rock, get everybody in your yard shot
 You'll get a feel for my city when I send the welcoming committee
 With the 50 calibers and the smoke grey Dodge Challengers
 You frown on your face, we'll kick it pretty
 When I grip the semi, you better have some grip to give me
 Or the steel smokes, you cats are real jokes
 You bitch niggas, smack your face numb like you feel coke
 Until you get the big picture, mothafucka
 Let the celebration kick off
 This that point in the party where that person start pointin'
 That pistol because they're pissed off
 Shots lick off, fire spit off
 This track put a fire up under me like rockets when they lift off
 The map, these rappers that recite raps
 We don't believe 'em like that
 Deadbeat dad sayin' that he'll be right back
 But city that's rough and looked at as them black sheeps
 With them rap sheets that's long as track meets
 So let's take a stroll, come follow me down these back streets
 Where blacks and the trap meet
 Killers and dealers that had dreams to be athletes
 But them dreams got put in the back seat
 And makin' fast funds the shotgun
 Got some homies that's still in the hood, life finna twirl
 They ask me "what is it like to see the rest of the world?"
 Away from the block, away from the gutter
 All they know is the blocks and watchin' for cops undercover
 So what you have here, some niggas that's never had a fear they couldn't face
 Tougher than '89 Laimbeer in the paint
 Posted, Chuck D coachin', never laid up
 City soil that made us
 7 mile with the players, Puritan and PA-ers
 [?] where the bullets strayin'
 Fenkell where the bodies layin '
 6th mile where them hollows sprayin'
 Woodward where they ain't playin'
 Schoolcraft you find that mayhem where hollows holler in the AM
 Gratiot where grandma's stayin'
 Neighborhood that's decayin'
 Niggas pockets is light so that light bill they're never payin'
 So fam don't let your lips talk, that could be your pitfall
 And get you sprayed on like murals on side of brick walls
 Dudes watchin' waitin' for you to get sloppy
 Like a hitman lurkin' in the shadows with his shotty
 Out here screamin' "Let's go", yeah my nigga X know
 City where the TECs blow but we ain't talkin' techno
 I'm stumblin' in my Detroit fitted, bitch
 Anybody want some beef then we with it, bitch
 Shit, see in the Mitten all my niggas 'bout that action
 Might be 30 niggas with me, every nigga with me packin'
 No fly zone, shit, just for pussies on that fuck shit
 Dirty glove, boy this ain't the city to be fucked with
 Shout out my uncle Trick, you get to trippin', he gon' dump quick
 My city verses everybody (you gotta kill everybody!)
 Boy, RIP to Blade, I hope he hear this
 I swear if Ron was free, he'd be the first nigga to kill this
 Street nigga, give me a ki and I'ma deal it
 Better give a nigga his cash or you can feel it
 What up Em, signed the city to Shady and fuck it
 They say the world is a bitch, I'ma keep on fuckin' it
 My city on my back and I'ma keep on runnin' it
 Still got that chopper on the back seat, ain't shit sweet, boy
 40287, I'm out that black bottom
 If they don't fuck with the boy, I bet the crack got 'em
 It's enough two faces here to attack Gotham
 And ain't nobody a ho until the MACs spot 'em
 Dot 'em, play possum, no brave option
 All of mine yay choppin' and K shoppin'
 The nerve this nigga here can play the part of a goon
 Transplant your killers if it ain't no heart in the room
 Wait 'til he sugar sharp and then throw salt in the wound
 These red beams'll turn your white party maroon
 I got a pair of gators that I hardly wear
 Nigga I will kill you over these Cartiers
 I got a couple bands with the dice on the floor
 When I was 9, boy I could tell you the price of a bow
 Listen, full length minks just to show we stuntin'
 Brother you know it's nothin'
 Nigga I'm Coleman Young'in, tell 'em!
 I'm from the west side blocks where we roll in spots
 And have blow blowout sales to blow out a watch
 Young niggas gettin' popped cause of the clique they claim
 And in most homicides, it's a bitch to blame
 My future plan's to stay froze 'til my wrist complains
 If rap fails, I'm whippin' coke 'til the brick complains
 In the new 6 switchin' lanes, probably with big kis
 Ain't talkin' coffee when I say the trunk is where the big be
 You see that D right above where my lid be
 Can't trust a soul, well that's how these streets did me
 I bossed up from setbacks by luck, I rep that
 Ain't scared of nigga's shit, I'm from Detroit, I expect that
 Look I'm from Detroit, bitch
 Where we crack heads and we break bails
 Inspired by the dopeman that pack hammers and make sales
 Dreaming of a rollie, a coupe, a crib off of late trails
 They quick to take a trip with so much weight that it'd break scales
 Young boys wilding, with a chopper they'll make hail
 Screaming "fuck the cops" and quick to pop off like some fake nails
 Shout out to my strippers with 30 inches and fake tails
 And pounds of the cookie like I was running a bake sale
 Holla if you need it, I got it, just come and ask the man
 Try me and get cheddar on your hand just like a Packer fan
 Riding down your mama street with tints on a blacker van
 And turn your block into a war zone like we in Pakistan
 Nobody I can call on, it's ball or get balled on
 Wrists full of that shit you niggas can slip and fall on
 Why the fuck you hating us when we can put them all on?
 And they can help their little mans and they can hit the mall strong
 It's 7 Mile 'till I die, raised by some street niggas
 Fuck friends, ain't got none, I'm dolo with this heat, nigga
 Boogers in my watch face, my wrists be looking slimey
 Once I fuck she's like my seatbelt, I put that bitch behind me, nigga
 My timing was perfect, designed to be worshiped
 Like Jesus as a fetus
 Was destined to earn my stripes like Adidas
 Needless to say I'm the sniper
 Pick us off, niggas soft
 While they spitting bars in the middle of a cypher
 I'm from the same hood as Big Meech and Big T
 So miss me with ho shit or end up on this street
 Home of the big three; big cuffs, big guns, big chips
 Where broke niggas get hood rich off of quick flips
 I'm from the city where the bitches even gangster
 Suck a nigga dick, get her robbed, tell 'em thank you
 We don't fuck with you outsiders, learn who to talk to
 Or get stomped for feeling like the man when you walk through
 And I don't even walk around with my chest out
 But know it's drama when you see me with my vest out
 My next route is finding out where you rest at
 Catch you sleep, make the crime scene where you slept at
 And the next cat who disrespect my city on some rap shit
 I'm on his ass like cellulite on a fat bitch
 This shit is drastic and you ain't gotta ask if
 A nigga come disrespectful, he leaving out in a casket
 Detroit VS everybody, that's me against the world
 I might not sell a cop, but who need a brick or girl?
 A thousand grams on my cock, later alligator
 Moist of the aviator, cardi sipping activator
 Never been a punk, faker or a lean whipper
 Steady packing eighters in a one paper king swish
 Concrete, definition of real street nigga
 Whole hood know that I'm the only real D nigga
 That really mean it when you hear me say I am Detroit
 Can hear it in my voice, my fault Em and Royce
 For being four days late turning my verse in
 But me and Ready Rock was in the spot putting that work in
 What was you doing before you ever touched your first ten?
 I was in the streets with my peeps getting them chirps in
 Text me when the work gone, I text him back the work end
 Tryna get my hands on the pack when they first in
 On my Captain Planet I possess earth, wind and fire
 But you being a liar is the worst sin
 Keep throwing rocks at the throne with a glass chin
 I'm still that same nigga on the corner with a half grin
 I never let these niggas use my ears for no trash cans
 Been selling dope for too long, it's time to cash in
 King James, before this rap shit I had street fame
 And the keys to the city on my key chain
 Whoever said Vishis phony, get to know me
 Our hollows'll make a rapper drop the mic, no diss to Joey
 Guns of all sizes, I fire and get smokey
 Riding with the biggest ratchet on the car dash, I call it Khloe
 You think you hard? I think you doughey
 His guts'll fall out looking like someone stuck a knife in a stoagie
 Homie, you owe me your life
 I'm Columbine balling, throwing a stripe
 Wiping you out and bounce like a thief in the night
 I now control machinery, it's like real steel
 Gun ductaped to the tires, that mean I will kill
 They say I'm fooling to 'em
 They asked me for a hot sixteen
 So I lit my notebook on fire and threw it to 'em
 Here's a DeJ Loaf punchline
 I kill your whole family and leave a red trail, that's your bloodline
 Try me, I bust nines
 Stick a clock in his mouth and make him chew
 Yeah, nigga, it's crunch time
 We got them choppers, how a nigga with a knife gon' win?
 Y'all just shooting the breeze, they done let a cyclone in
 This what happen when little mama boys trapped grown men
 Lyrically ahead of my time like the iPhone 10
 And why Detroit always get a bad name?
 My city ready to blow like we here to gas, mane
 These niggas thinking they dope, but their shit a tad lame
 Man, their pen and pad game more like Trinidad James
 Fuck you and whoever you run with
 I'm on that BS, I'm still in the middle with dumb shit
 I'm a beast, everything you hear me spit real tight
 Your flow wack, it's out of Egypt, nigga, it's real light (get it?)
 I'mma keep it real, niggas can't fuck with me
 It's like I contracted Ebola, they ain't touching me
 Detroit VS Everybody, niggas know we started that
 Now every city all across the world want a part of this
 Street niggas smarter than Kwame, bustin' hardbody
 Panorama fold up Porsche, let the car box me
 I know niggas ain't sold shit, they did armed robberies
 Rugrats buying out bottles and playing with old Tommy's
 East side, come to the zone, that's where the lions play
 Young niggas stepping on blow, that's where the tigers stay
 In my hood the first of the month, that shit a holiday
 These cemeteries meet their capacity every fathers day
 Hit a lick, keep all the work, get the stolie back
 Tell a jeweler don't say shit, just get the Rollie checked
 If them niggas bump one lip then get your homies wacked
 I swear that you knew my boss, bitch, I'm Tony Jack
 Real shooters run in the trap with them choppers out
 Heard them niggas bumping their gums, see what they talkin' 'bout
 In a spot with so much syrup, this bitch a waffle house
 Hit the pharma with so many scripts, could buy the doctors out
 I'm Detroit Che
 I'm as sick as some syphilis, sicker than Detroit hate
 If you come knocking then it's trick or treat
 I call up Tricky, load that shit then let that trigger squeeze
 That shit ain't sweet, I'm from the murder mitten
 Never thought my friend would've been a murder victim
 I'm in that van, I want revenge, I'm on some Kendrick shit
 I'm pissed off like a mistle, his dick's soft, he's ticked off, he can't get shit hard
 If you diss my city I will set it off with a motherfucking semi that's bigger than Big Sean
 Our city is Marshall Mathers on Adderall
 You better pray we not mad at all when them gats involved
 With swisher cap, we're flicking your fucking city off
 I'll bust your fucking noggin, you disrespecting my city, dawg
 I'm queen Che been on the throne for a minute
 Before the cypher I've been slicing dice, these hoes will admit it
 Bitch, I'm Slim Shady, we louder than M80's
 No, I'm just playing, hope he hears it, I'm just saying
 I'm a renegade, pussy sweeter than lemonade
 You'll never penetrate
 DeJ, tell these bitches to try me, I'mma demonstrate
 Vez, tell them that I got options, I'm a real estate
 On them properties like monopoly
 Detroit VS Everybody, I make a verse versus everybody
 Fuck your city, no fly zone, nigga, it's Detroit Che versus everybody
 Detroit vs everybody, it's Detroit vs everybody
 Fuck your city, no fly zone, nigga, it's my city versus everybody
 (I just have to talk shit for a minute, man
 I have to get in my zone, man, huh
 It's the going, going, back, back to Cali, Cali, to Cali Cali)
 Cali Cali, that's where I get them cheaper at
 Your number like my number, I need a number I can reach you at
 Want my price, then you get a price, I want at least a stack
 You pay my flight, then you pay your flight, I'll meet you back
 Middle man in my own plug, I can teach you that
 Detroit vs everybody, who could compete with that?
 You thinking everybody zips slow cause they got a plug?
 My nigga, everybody zips slow cause I'm showing love
 So whenever you make a flip again just know I'm showing love
 If cash die, I'm on the strip again, just know I'm throwing dubs
 Big roochies on the Michelins, rolling A1 dubs
 Mind on my money, fuck a nigga tryna hold a grudge
 Them crabs in the bucket used to slow me up
 And now I'm sitting at the top and it's lonely as fuck
 Got 20 thousand for my red bottoms
 Cause I was standing in this blood after I headshot 'em, nigga
 It's me, bitch
 Mafia captain, OG, bitch
 20 years, been Detroit vs whoever, nigga
 The right hand to the hand that be gettin' niggas
 Goon squad mafia, mobbin'
 For this dirty mothafucka, where it's my home
 And I love this mothafucka
 So I stood on the front line, ready for one time
 Duck some shots, and buck bled for my line
 All for the love of the palm of the dirty glove
 Every hood, every block, nigga one love
 7 mile is the hood where I came up
 Pray the game keep it and get your weight up
 Bitch you better say us when you're talkin' 'bout next
 Detroit niggas stood up when put to the test
 Like what? Nigga, who? What the fuck
 Anybody wanna do? We ain't hear shit
 One army, one city, one sound
 It's Detroit, gon' shut shit down
 It's time to return the king his crown
 Fuck who got next, nigga we got now
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