Detroit stand up, n***a Watch this Check Danny Brown Rest in peace J. Dilla [Verse 1] 2 AM in the city of the motor Blowing on some purple I copped form Saratoga Block hot spot field like Minnesota Space heater on, ain't getting no warmer Crack head Yolanda Knocking at the door Wanna cop a nick but she only got four Gave it back to her, said go to the store Grab me some loosies, red Faygo Twenty six grams on the broke piece of mirror What I do with it? Attract the gold diggers Got me the Cutty with the European clip Sueded inside the color of cheese grits 26 inches make the hook get nervous Brown so fly my phone ain't got service And y'all n***as lame I'm stunting, more white than X-Games More green than Celtic games And I fly the purple in like soul plane Got the old school in my baby mama name Off temporary service Boost mobile chirp but it's never in service Motherf**er [?] Work coming back in the gla** pot, Pyrex Break a thing down one safety pin Fresh out the county, I ain't ever seen a pit Locked up in bull pens, I'm a stay eating Commissary look like I went trick-or-treating