Thou shall not f**k with Detroit and me

Never owned a coogie Ford truck

Or a pair of them gator Mauris

Please hold your applause for these parables and stories

Give all praise to Allah to God be the glory

My Papa raised me like I'm a dog with rabies

Playin' the hard-to-hard in a dropped Mercedes

Ridin' with the chopper daily

Pupils dilated like I'm Sada Baby

Nozzle on that gun larger than the one on that Gaga lady

Play with my time like I'm a playful don

My arm comes out the car

My window down like I'm tryna borrow some Grey Poupon

First these b***hes love it

Then they hate it then they hate to love it

I'm straight with publishin'

I don't care if the radio station's stubborn

Y'all haters busters I'm David Ruffin

It'll take me nothin' to put your life on a dollar menu

Right there by the Egg McMuffin

While these boys orderin' shots

Snortin' rocks and importin' thots

I'm floatin' with 40 knots to the bag

Like I'm a border cop

Any artist in hip-hop f**k with Nickel stock sure to drop

Especially if he Russel Wilson good guy sorta pop

You sure to die pallbearers bring flowers he's mortified

Me and Porter got the same stayin' power that hoarders got

Whoever Superman I got kryptonite in these hands

But I'd rather soup-a-man leave you liquified with these cans

I don't care if you rap n***as is trendin'

Topic is s**t your shit's garbage

You couldn't make a classic out of that trash

If you had Brenda drop it

You at the rental car spot Enterprise while I'm enterprisin'

I don't cop my whips without coppin' rims and a body kit

And my tint is darkened

Closest I'ma probably get to window shoppin'

Alright we're gonna try a new sound

Uh yeah yeah

Alright we're gonna

Say goodbye to the good guy

I hotboxed on your block and I got the whole hood high

You know who all the dead n***as is they tryna look live

Instagram post bank accounts it wouldn't look right

Your favorite rappers sweet you look up to geeks

I wanna flip the world upside down

And make all you n***as look up to the streets

I don't believe none of you frail n***as

A man should never be described as petite

I don't wait when it's war I'm on some now s**t

Leave your mama prayin' over beef I halal s**t

All these foul styles goin' 'round and y'all allow it

No skill required the game's overcrowded

So when the rapper say he can spit now I doubt it

You could listen to Future but just know who the now is

I get to share a stage with Nickel Nine that's crazy

We on tour with Eminem baby that's Shady

Room full of naked chicks surrounded by P***y

'Cause I rap amazin' you at the crib hatin'

With your kittens lookin' like the weird cat lady

Trippin' watchin' Xvids while I'm with your ex-bitch

'Til I'm restless

Don't want me to send goons

To investigate they faux n***as

And believe me it's hard to find

A coffin that's pretzel shape

When goin' to the special place

Say an extra grace black men in

America ain't just slaves

Long as the queen don't need

Nothin' for it's a seven

While I'm still buildin' credit outta debt

I know where I'm headed

I don't need the reverend

Royce gave me access to the lab

I got the key to Heaven