I'm passing the locals and rapping pros my people in inktown don't pass the toll they throw bullets like strippers throw they ass on poles home to legit players live like cassanov where the real killers live like they ass is hov gritty chicks a bitch might blast ya dome I'm on the block near Michigan Ave at home back then we use to swipe no cash for phones nephew kept it up until the whole scam was gone my hit men in the dark not on camera phones follow the code of the streets what we make it cuz inktown ain't got no police station when the killings was up in the streets we made it thats why we can go anywhere and we famous corrupted mind makes all my methods tainted you selling weight in the wrong hood then we take it we aint talking bout the club when he strip naked it's the murda mit not Michigan we renamed it