Detroit Is A Scary Place, But Not Hell - Young Roc

Don’t be surprised

If you seem me

On my hands and knees

All the way through, you know what I’m sayin'

We gotta get this together, you know

Whole city under a rock, nigga

Matter fact, I am all ya’ll got, nigga

Ya’ll gone' hear the same beat 'til I drop, nigga

I ain’t gonna leave 'til I sell out the Fox, nigga

Yeah, I been on my own two

People think they know you

I’ve been in that mud mothafucka, let me show you

Dirty ass airways

Bloody cartier’s, nigga, I ain’t had my head right

Ghetto debonair, I ain’t lookin' for a fair fight

That’s how you get let down

I’m the one they favor gettin' green, call me Brett now

I just hit the scene, not a city is my playground

If you ever proud of me, I want you to stay proud

If it ever went south, catch me on that Greyhound

Who your master?

I got the answers

I’m not a classy

Why own your masters?

Makes sense why the niggas with bags be the trashers

Get it now?

You’re poisonin' the masses

Copy after copy, you can’t mach another Rocky

Why be up in Bali?

You ain’t rockin' north Versace

When ya’ll was in the light, I despite the dark giftin' me

That go for life;

liquor, bitches, nigga, look at me

Pull up with your brothers and gold chains like Mr. T

I could never find fucks to give, it’s a mystery

I could never bring you to my crib, you can’t live with me

We are not the same, I could put you out your misery

Whole city under a rock, nigga

Matter fact, I am all ya’ll got, nigga