fuck the flow I go fo mo all my ops is goin broke swisher cracked get it rolled king of Detroit got my ass in the throne get to the point I speak from the soul dark soul rotten black like coal see all them around you quick to fold round here we quick to reload swoop around the blok an give em some mo flip em twist em leave bodys on the floor 100 grand lick wish it coulda been mo fuck the flow I go fo mo bucket sick I ride it slow bomton bitch I'm free to roll detroit bricks still feel like home detroit bricks freeze off yah nose better than most they'll freeze off yah face jaw jackin mouth runnin like its tryna win a race witness saw nothin I beat the case you the two I'm the one time to put you in yah place runnin laps round yo ass too quick is my pace when I spray poisonous bars thrown up in yah face apparently my attitude is not ok fuck what you say inheriting yo fame while I struggle every day apparently your whole hood bitch made snitch played got slapped with a switch blade tattle tale rattle round in an early grave come see me nigga if you really wanna play