Lyrics: Aundre Woodland/Curtis Solomon
Music: Justin Dante Cross
Ahem, check! I rep a different stroll
Drug dealers and fly niggas know
Hiding with the rig of my road
Cut it back and forth,
My bitch resemble Aaliyah I don't rock the boat
Old hoes throwing me life just trying to keep afloat
Good dope kept my lights on Iβd rather the flow
That's all you do then life's a bitch,
You heard from Kiss and crews and Nas
Tools and cars It's all we want
Jewels and broads what else you want?
Blunted in a 98 Avirex and known to get grimy on a Bronze sample
It's all channeled, I just flip
They talk guac and it's just dip and it's just dap
Check shit, push a flannel niggas think they Rambo
'Til they just a candle now you just a man down
Lute put me on, it's been on since
Kurt solid, I ain't nothing else
East Detroit ain't nothing else but to run it up
Detroit Regimen
Wear it proud the Letterman
Average way better than
Battle Tested the veteran
Different stroke cold hopeless on these rough roads
All I got was asphalts, rubble and potholes
East side dweller platinum on the propellers
Real street riders concrete prevailers
Wouldn't make it used to tell us
Now we the flyest fellas
Expensive gold globes frames showing through sheep sweaters
Thought I was in paradise flipping my first quarter
Canβt make you drink it but can lead you to thirst water
Go hard for my daughters and any fam to follow
Project pillar the killer's mannequin model
Altered beast only fold when I kneel to the East
Iβm ludicrous disturbing the peace, sealing the yeast
Nigga, I don't punch holes I puncture sheets
Put three in his side like loose leaf, the black sheep