Seven The General - Detroit City lyrics

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Feat. Guilty Simpson & Bizarre

Yeah Detroit, Detroit, Detroit, Detroit

Hey look, we got dope and cars, blowing bags

My d the top 10, hood cut the tabs

We got dough and wars, coke and cash

Pay the cab driver after just to hold the mac

This is Detroit, where your yays get snapped

Be a left south west, where they raised the map

It’s the birth place of balling, all praise to that

Sucker roy, u whores, big k’s and crack

I’m from Detroit, big city of dreams

Where my dogs all roll, the broads pop beams

Shut em all down close, then go drop clean

Fashion show out on the block, I’m on my team

Crew ball 19’s all set the new vets to the city street

Me and music speed, tryina build an empire off a cassie kings, yeah nigga

Yeah Detroit, Detroit, Detroit, Detroit

Yo, I’m from the motor, so controller

Grab an odor, the mike and meet my next quota

I roll through the alley, get bold over,

Dol folders, speak sicker than ebola

Tree blower, Detroit raised me

Marine light team, should have crushed a navy

I name my name I bust it baby

But know I’m not fliest, but I rock live

I could freestyle and crush your top 5

Ice griller niggas, we slap on cock eyes

I spit a rhyme and watch my stock rise

Unemployed rappers, I pay em to swaw flies

I make em all retire, and become my squires

Cause I spit fire, peace to the regiment

Straight from a motor city veteran

Ah, building an empire, ah, ah, ah, ah,

Yeah Detroit, Detroit, Detroit, Detroit

Mac julien and top 10, wabi I and earl fiend

What you smoking on bizarre, I’m smoking on yen

Take a puff and pass to your man

I’m a best friend, the home of the jets

Stop by striby sports, where I grab my outfits

7 miles down, the home of bizzare

10 miles in …for stop by mail far

I’m getting money in an old school cuddy

You want his cartier then bitch take it from me

Hit bout lies, stop by river rules

Hope you join role, nigga don’t act a fool

Detroit city, the home of the collies

Fake old pop, with chees and belony

Yo, start the beat up

Uh, dj first

Yeah Detroit, Detroit, Detroit, Detroit

There’s no time like motel, you’re at the heart of it

7’s a part of it

Stand up and turn around Detroit.