[Verse 1: Danny Brown]
Detroit desperado, wrap [?] in a red El Dorado
My lifestyle's Fortune 500
While n***as just a crumb inside a world where the bread run it
I'm 16 from the slums
Street light reflect off the barrel of the gun
We expect d**h, lucky to reach puberty
Learned in the streets public school wasn't teaching me
Graduate with honours as a c**aine scholar
I sell nouns like pounds, birds like birds
Clowns ain't heard, words I serve
Spit like nicks, rhyme like dimes
Roll a dollar bill up snort these lines
Fresh off the curb on a quest for the bacon
Flip an occupation on the final destination
Daily operation, currency chasing
Got no patience
Daily operation, currency chasing
Got no patience for the pennies I ain't waiting
Pockets getting fatter because the poetry progressed
Without a harness on on the ladder of success
[?] in the chest, brew in the belly
Liquor in the kidney counting money in the tele