Oba Rowland - Detroit VS Everybody (Remix) lyrics

[Produced by Statik Selektah] [Hook: Dej Loaf] 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 [Verse 1: Dej Loaf] 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 f** are these guys? n***as 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, b**h it wasn't no teasin' us Remember me and Pooh was in the window eatin' peanut bu*ter 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 [Verse 2: SayItAint] I say I'm 'bout to k**, these n***as ho, I'm breakin' bread with Dej Loaf And I ain't ever been a ho, b**h I prefer the fur coat If Detroit was a farm, n***a I'ma be the GOAT If my hood had a parade, n***a I'ma be the float If my b**h call me "Boo", n***a I'ma be a ghost R.I.P. to Martell, I couldn't see my cousin grow And I put on for the Mitten, don't get burnt by the stove Me and money go together like L, M, N, O Yep and R.I.P. to To, why you had to go? I'm tryna keep my poise, son, like Bell Biv Devoe And I tell a b**h, "Act like you've been here before" And she told me she like heel so I got that b**h coke Yeah, and my n***a I ain't talkin' 'bout no shoe game My n***as know I got 'em like Bruce Wayne All I do is hang around apes, n***a, no lames Every time I come I'm in the ghost, that's my boo thang b**h I'm from the... [Verse 3: Oba Rowland] West side, raised on that west side By both parents and a chopper, lord knows I got problems Drawer full of condoms, f** everybody I tried to change my tendencies I got less friends than enemies Try me, I'ma get your mothaf**in' fam like the Kennedy's It'll go on for infinity, knowin' I'ma never get my f**in' props I'm fat but I'll f** your mama in your daddy's house Hit her doggy style while the cat around, and bust a nut On your hand-me-downs, now you got nothin' to wear You wasn't prepared, I'm in studios that Puffy was in You puffin' on squares Cuffin' the a** of a b**h with Rapunzel-like hair Capone got k**ed, I'm huntin' 'em still If they die a natural d**h, I'm huntin' their kids We never forgive, especially when The chances we chance for the advancement of cash Abruptly comes to an end sh** I'm just lucky my life just wasn't in sin Keep all my dead homies covered in gin See I know n***as' history, these stories do not fit you Nobody gave this fat n***a a pa** Like back when the Lions had Scott Mitchell Beef is when I get you before the cops get you Every time I see n***as with fake DVE I pray the cops with 'em if God isn't [Hook]