Elzhi - Detroit State Of Mind Houseshoes Shout lyrics

[Intro:] It's Elmatic Yeah, I'm a start this sh** off, man [Verse 1:] Yo, rappers I monkey-flip 'em, gorilla-stomp 'em I'm out here with the dealers pumpin, the k**ers 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 When someone 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 f**ed her raw, mentality's like f** the law, nowadays n***as buck when they woulda snuffed ya jaw In the sh**tiest schemes where money is power And shots go off at the funniest hour Now it's 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 that's 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 cause they dropped out, once they popped out the p**y They mad because they p**y pops out, now they a ba*tard 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 [Hook: Scratches] Detroit State of Mind Detroit State of Mind Detroit State of Mind Detroit State of Mind [Verse 2: Elzhi] 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 do' way I never have my head in the clouds cause they could go gray And that ain't my forte, so f** a job 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 course 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 gla**house 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, it's hair raising like Kelis D-boys high, and workin they fleece, and bubble? I knew this fly chick, pretty right, she was my type that cracked sh** Wasn't hyped, she fell in love with the pipe She had dreams, of being the next D. Ross or the Supremes Overdosed in the lot, between the plot and the schemes [Hook: Scratches] Detroit State of Mind Detroit State of Mind Detroit State of Mind Detroit State of Mind Detroit State of Mind Detroit State of Mind Detroit State of Mind Detroit State of Mind