Detroit L-Obama

Make sure the money right
We gon make sure the money right on here, you know what I’m saying man
Because that’s all we need to do, is just get our paper
Everything presidential, down to the bars, to the whips
Man everything
Detroit L-O bro
There is no sound sweeter than an enemies flat line
Pussies want the fame, but I won’t let the cat shine
On my toes with the metal, push me to tap mines
Triggring bad moods, no different than thes land mines
Books was looking good, now we hitting the borders
Cut a nigga off the team if he refuse to follow orders
Life ain’t no different than a trip to the casino
Every day’s a gamble, keep it tight like a Speedo
You hit one lick, now it’s Beni’s for dinner
You dropped shells, got jammed and turned into Master Splinter
I want the bread, yea, I want the yams
I gotta get mines because of the breed of MC that I am
See I ain’t running from the law
I getting head from a bitch who can sip peanut butter through a straw
And for you niggas that’s so curious
Two shots from the magnum, let you know my styles are furious
Fuck street cred, i’m living my best life
I’ll stay up out you niggas way, give me a booth and a mic
So I can cook up something dope to recite
I was never scared of shit, I just knew my intuition was right