Detroit Vs Charlotte

I'm tryna get out back and into this world
I was blessed with a boy but I prayed for a girl
Everything happen for reasons
Man I could've been gone
I changed my ways throughout seasons
Even throughout this song
I try to change and I changed
To become a better man
Sacrifice is a must for me to succeed
In my plans
My brother schooled me and told me
That life is not a movie
Told me to pick up the phone
If niggas they try to do me
I never call him
Cause I'm gonna fight my own battles
These niggas is goats
I'm a sheep in the Lord's cattle
Who wants to battle?
Is it you, you, or him?
You focused on me
But you should've been worried bout them
I'm never lonely 50 deep
Like Lola Damone
A boney nigga with the heat
So you know that I'm strong
And since you know that I'm strong
Don't come fucking with me
I'll get you higher than kites
Leave you stuck in that tree
Like a cat I'm a dog
At the end of my bark
I light a match at the end of the tunnel
Where it's dark
To see my way throughout
Obstacles trials and tribulations
I had some patience but anxiousness
Kept a nigga pacing
Like Indiana I'm a mess
In the streets of the D
But I live for it Kilpatrick
Should've gave me the key
The murder capital
OJ couldn't fit in this glove
No love for Trick Daddy
But he'll tell you that I'm a thug
A thoroughbred
Man I through my bread across the sky
And spread the wealth
And break the bread to those
Who want the pie
I'm not a dreamer
But I drink to those who smoke crack
If it wasn't for them
I'd have to give my money back
I'm a hustler
All I need is more and more cheddar
Repays you with a life that lives
A little more better
And when you living better
Man you need to watch your back
Friends become snakes
And snakes become rats
Now what's that?
That's a now known fact
You will get yo ass jacked
Turn around and get clapped
By your boy and it's a rap
Down in dirty Southwest, Ecorse or Rouge
Them niggas don't give a fuck
They'll kill a nigga next to him
And I ain't saying that it's right
I ain't saying that it's wrong
But Detroit motor city's my home
And I ain't saying that it's right
I ain't saying that it's wrong
The Detroit motor city's my home
Motherfucker

Go Charlotte I'm so Charlotte
Yeah I'm so motherfucking southside
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Look look
I was born in the kitchen
Really got it out them pots and pans
I love my auntie
But don't give a fuck about
Uncle Sam ran out my shoes
Tryna chase a bag
Soon as I heard he had it
I was in his ass
I used to kick a lot of doors
But don't talk about my past
If they find what I did
I might get like 20 flat
If they catch me with this K
Man I might not beat the case
I ain't tryna win the trophy
But Ima do the race
Fuck a bank account I put it in my safe
If I went into the mall
I could run it up today
Real heavy nigga
I think I just broke the bank
These niggas hating on me
Cause I'm doing shit they can't
Ya dig'?



Credits
Writer(s): Douglas Mitchell
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