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[citi:]

been grinding real real hard lately… wondering where this life will take me/
seems that im moving on to great things…. i shine hard and they love to hate me

never wasting.. time…go with it, go get it, cold with it, roll with it/
if you got the same grind, im with it… if you got the same mind, you can see my vision

just a tad bit, slow it down so you can understand/
hatin on n-gg-s ain’t part of my plan

do i get the same back, no not a chance/
stay elevated, just me and my clan

street n-gg-s with a positive brand/
clothes and music, just a part of the plan

i really advance these facts….. success don’t sleep, we don’t even take naps/
you can be a square, n-gg- still get clapped…. she can have a ring, n-gg- still gon smash

[detroit l-o:]

sat by the window, while it was raining, while i wrote this rap/
brush up on knowledge, so you can point out all the n-gg- traps

it’s therapuetic to know success around the corner bro/
obstacles on this road, in yo way, you gotta keep the flow

im incognito in deep waters, so catch this wave/
actions out the ordinary, my trust won’t be the same

it fades away like the smoothest beat on the darkest night/
the type of feeling, make you wanna catch a red eye flight

i keep it tight, but on sight, must get my money right/
family comes before it all, change of thoughts not even slight

you ignored my come up, but that was a typical thing/
noticed when i fully blossomed like the flowers in the spring

i gave you the keys to it all, but you threw it away/
you probably ain’t take it serious cuz a n-gg- stayed

but the uncomfort is becoming more unbearable/
chance after chance and you blew it, that’s so terrible

[citi:]

all that drug talk in yo music, but nothing credible/
if i’m giving food for thought, my n-gg- yo shit ain’t edible

stop the hate, take notes from these n-gg-s is what you better do/
you ain’t really hustlin my baby unless you got more than two

and i think that it’s a miracle that i made it p-ss twenty-two/
been a hustler, been the muscle, now i ain’t got shit to prove

got three daughters and a son, and n-gg- we ain’t bouta lose/
on the road to riches, cuz simply, im out here making moves

[detroit l-o:]

bring more light to the real….. throw more shade on the fake/
we need a house on the hill….. we need a crib on the lake

and when i look at my life, i never questioned my choices/
and everytime i close my eyes, i hear them heavenly voices

that tell me, keep on pushing to the limit, cuz if you in it/
gotta win it, we’re going for the gold… the life we live it

checkered flags in the distance & i’m already out of breathe/
but it’s die tryna finish, or give it up and face death

lot of fools still breathing, but that’s the only thing they’re doing/
gold chains, latest fashion, bro what the f-ck you n-gg-s proving

you got all this money, you spend it all on pointless drugs/
got that suburb money, still in the slums with the thugs

you can double that paper and pop off something legendary/
but you’d rather just look cool, and that shit kinda scary

it’s so many artists that drop game like this/
but y’all don’t ever take notes, y’all just think its a diss

- detroit l o

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