Guilty Simpson - Detroit's Son lyrics

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Guilty Simpson - Detroit's Son lyrics

[Verse 1] (Afternoon afternoon) Simpson I'm trying to have ice chandeliers Buying stamps near Saw me flash with the cash Paradise in the mirror Sights for my peers I tell them short stories Fam was like I feel ya seeing All of that for me I'm fast like a 4 4 40 Women wanna score me and have me on Maury Grave mistake trying to play me like a shorty I'm treacherous make it look effortless Breaking up my quarterlies Me and my disorderlies Blowing smoke signals to a shorter way of pouring these Hoodrats porter peas or should I say peas porter While my enemy's stares would freeze water We need order yeah I'm holding up four like we playing three quarters I'm Back with a vengeance vowed to get revenge Through my sentence Before we kick the door off the hinges My millimeter takes inches You're buried in the yard with your foot in the dentures I'm getting it with interest Slap my own arm at you insects Without time to invest I packed up, kissed my girl Told her bye and left my footprints on the world I couldn't say your man's not thorough Gliding over hurdles so high my blood curdles Elevated and I won't stop till I'm celebrating I'm doing this for those like you'll never make it Is that so we laughed about it with my fans at my last show Cash flow coming I used to carve onions Backed it up and got a rush when I let a half go And now I'm like a rap natural reborn Armstrong like the great Satchmo [Chorus] Detroit's son And we get money till the law comes Get it Detroit bred For good luck I break a leg The underdog underground underestimated Piss pavement Cracked a Johnny Walker got wasted Straight no ice from the city Where they'll take your life If you don't wanna get left go right get it The pain stays dormant Dread the phone calls in the morning Cuz it involves mourning I heard my man's beat took three Broad day on 6 mile couldn't say bye cuz I was touring Another cold case they're ignoring Ensuring our work's not important They want me to follow these foreign policies But what about the teens and the tourists With the Taurus, aiming at civilians heartless Grown man game amongst children No I'm not in the building I'm building I was told the way to give back is keep living This vehicle of music is keeping me driven And my tank's all full so watch your mouth I'm applying an old cop in the house So I'm all about my chicken And I take no bullsh** Detroit's son and we getting money till the law comes Get it Detroit bred For good luck I break a leg Detroit's son [x3]