Lyrics
Let's go
Chyea
It's Detroit, stand up!
I'm in the truck sitting high like proper etiquette (uh)
Iller than I ever been
Blowing on that medicine
Used to have dreams of copping cribs on Edison
Now I'm doing shit thought I never could afford ('ford)
All on the wall, like science project boards (boards)
Parquet floor (floor), green like Celtic
Furniture you touch, be like what's that velvet (what's that velvet)
Use to play the block with the sack by the pelvis
Fiends O.D.ing on they toilet like Elvis (eww)
So now I kill beats (beats)
So much coroners pick up notepad sheets (sheets)
Bullhead skinnies (skinnies), Hilfiger fleece (fleece)
Sort of like a futuristic 1993 (1993)
A lot my niggas dead (dead), a lot my niggas locked (locked)
A lot my niggas left and moved on from the block
Some of my niggas here and some got guap
And some may gotta piss in a motherfucking pot (uh)
We use to play the block, we never get old (old)
The fridge ain't got shit but the bread with the mold (mold)
And some ain't got shoes, just the ones with the holes (uh)
The one you call talkers with the fucking plastic soles (uh)
So now we change the system
To shit we can't afford and
Check from McEdees can't buy a pair of Jordans (no)
And hotboys gotta get it how they live (chyea), chyea
Close your eyes I'm 'bout to take you to a city, it ain't pretty, it ain't nowhere to go
It ain't nowhere to go
Run and hide when you on the other side, it ain't easy, it ain't nowhere to go
It ain't nowhere to go
Land of misery, a place full of history, but seriously it's nowhere to go
It's nowhere to go
I seen my nigga Lucky 'fore he went up for life (wad up, Luck?)
He said, "Brown, you nice and nigga, send your sacrifice (yeah)
Chill on the streets, it ain't here for ya (nah)
'Cause when you get locked, nobody care for ya (nobody)
Did a little time, ain't make a phone call (no)
Book stay thick like a church going broad (huh)
Locked in the county, ain't never seen a thorough (no)
Now I hit the thrift stores cop a vicious polo
Never talk loud to get my point across (no)
The only alligator that I rock is Lacoste
Detroit player word to my nigga B.I.G (uh)
Play this type of shit while you rockin' up for B.I.G (chyea)
'Cause I blow two blunts before I brush my teeth
Ain't seen what they looking like, but I'm smoking good (good)
Eating better, so I stay full
J stay paid, Brown do too (wad up?) (Chyea)
Close your eyes I'm 'bout to take you to a city, it ain't pretty, it ain't nowhere to go
It ain't nowhere to go
Run and hide when you on the other side, it ain't easy, it ain't nowhere to go
It ain't nowhere to go
Land of misery, a place full of history, but seriously it's nowhere to go
It's nowhere to go
