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To Live and Die in Detroit
Boldy James
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I don't wanna know, I don't wanna meet him
Because them niggas he be serving, they can be the people
And I don't need the interview because I'm so illegal
But looks can be deceiving, all I know is coke and diesel
Out on these cold ass streets
Stick to the code
Where them real niggas be from Detroit
Live from the D-E-T
We get them pies but it's C-O-D in the 313
It's just the G and me
Bodie, cold
To live and die in Detroit
Live from the D-E-T
Inner city streets, blocks
To live and die in Detroit as a concrete dream
Riding Porsche Cayenne's from playing with that cayenne
Off of Cheyenne where every day is jugg day
Serving niggas six grams of fat by the subway
All of these fake D-boys wonder what Bug say
Every other day we getting raided more than bug spray
Fucking cockroaches, I came up under Tay
And that's why to this day it's hard for me to put this gun away
We let them drummers play, quick to run a play
It's always gon' be a nigga hating, look the other way
I try to turn the other cheek and purl another sweet
Waiting on the good word, heard it's gon' be another week
Trying not to stress, a body had to smoke it over
Hopefully this little shit I got left will hold me over
First of the month spot rollers
Searching for every blue moon like they on the hunt for Red October
Out on these cold ass streets
Stick to the code
Where them real niggas be from Detroit
Live from the D-E-T
We get them pies but it's C-O-D in the 313
It's just the G and me
Bodie, cold
To live and die in Detroit
Live from the D-E-T
Inner city streets, blocks
Niggas talk a good game like they kush flame
Knowing Bodie James got international push game
I cook cane and pack blows with pill dealers
Real niggas all I can tolerate, it feel different
Knowing a nigga got away with it, a lot of telling
That dope look like it's played with, it's gon' be hard to sell it
My dope can take a hit and it ain't hard to sell it
I show you how to put it in that pickle jar and swell it
It's just like butter, baby, watch it melt
This shit gon' sell itself 'cause it's swimming like Michael Phelps
I think my man snitching, never knew how he felt
Got my hand bit, guess that's what I get for tryna help
Now when you see me, who am I with? I'm by myself
'Cause I don't trust niggas or fuck with the help
This strap holding up my jaws, I don't need a belt
Running through them cookie balls like a Keebler elf
Out on these cold ass streets
Stick to the code
Where them real niggas be from Detroit
Live from the D-E-T
We get them pies but it's C-O-D in the 313
It's just the G and me
Bodie, cold
To live and die in Detroit
Live from the D-E-T
Inner city streets, blocks
Catch me hustling in the streets
These niggas hating on me
'Cause I stay about my cheese
Never been a wannabe
I gotta stay sucker free
'Cause Bodie tryna snitch on me
Lock me up and throw away the key
Ooh wee, yeah