Detroit State of Mind (Remix)

Yeah, I'mma start this shit off, man
 Yo, rappers I monkey-flip 'em, gorilla-stomp 'em
 I'm out here with the dealers pumpin, the killers dumpin
 Dead bodies in Lake Michigan that shake fishermen
 Pimps turn into pastors, the fake bishops in the churches
 Impostors determined of which you purchase
 Or who you murked just a week ago dig up from search
 And police raids Increase grades
 someone deceased made
 The front page and the priests prayed he went to heaven but the beast stayed
 Now it's a war, flowers at more, funerals
 You seen this boy go a few hours before
 It's just the same story, they cutting more keys
 OD's
 in the same building on the same story
 It's that ruthless drug addict, toothless turned doofus
 Responsible for how wasted the youth is
 We run up in your shop and steal, popping pills
 At the house party with a hoodrat copping feels
 Fucked her raw, mentality's like
 Fuck the law, nowadays niggas buck when they woulda snuffed ya jaw
 In the shittiest schemes where money undefined is power
 And shots go off at the funniest hour
 Now its breaking news, it's best that you stay awake than snooze
 They taking lives or they taking shoes
 I jot it down like I'm Langston Hughes
 And paint a picture in my
 good book thats full of verses
 That ain't the scripture or from a religion
 Judges put men under the prison
 Shawties screamin they riders but ain't none of 'em drivin
 I try to school cuz they dropped out,
 once they popped out the pussy
 They mad becuz they pussy pops out, now they a bastard
 Life can be fatal in the hazard, from the cradle to the casket
 I'm rightfully raised around a life of crime, snitches droppin dimes
 I think of rhymes when I'm in a Detroit State of Mind
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 Be havin dreams that I'm a gangsta, sippin the bottles of Rozay
 Chillin with my out of town connect named Jose
 Tryna hustle for more pay, police in my dough way
 I never have my head in the clouds cuz they could go gray
 And that ain't my forte
 And who I stuck and robbed just the other day
 Who's listenin to what they mother say, about finishin school
 To get they GED
 while crackheads tryna sling an HDTV
 For rocks and snorts
 the fast life is why the time on ya clocks is short
 Even the shorties pullin Glocks from they boxin shorts
 Rap sheet be so long that it shocks the court
 It's why we called the Murder City
 Tip a stripper then you can purr the kitty
 Bad Boys before we heard of Diddy
 Word, to Maserati Rick, Demetrius Holloway
 And those who celebrate by bustin guns on a Holiday
 Happy to see another year, and it begins
 Was told to watch for enemies that pretend to be friends
 They hit you with the setup,
 I seen it all with my own two
 The hood is like a glasshouse the Devil throws stones through
 Many'll stress off the henny or sess
 Maybe because the city is built above where Indians Rest
 In Piece, police found deceased,
 its hair raising like Kelis
 D-boys high, and workin they fleece, and bubble geese
 I knew this fly chick, pretty right, she was my type that cracked shit
 she fell in love with the pipe
 of being the next D. Ross or the Supremes
 Overdosed in the lot, between the plot and the schemes
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