Will Sessions - Detroit State of Mind lyrics

[Intro] It's Elmatic Yeah, I'mma start this sh** off, man [Verse 1] Yo, rappers I monkey-flip 'em, gorilla-stomp 'em I'm out here with the dealers pumpin', the k**ers dumpin' Dead bodies in Lake Michigan that shake fishermen Pimps turn into pastors, the fake bishops in the churches And props determined off what you purchase Or who you murked just a week ago, dug up from searches And police raids, decreased grades; someone deceased made The front page, the priests prayed he went to heaven, but the beast stayed Now it's a war, and flowers for more funerals You see who's soon to go a few hours before It's just the same story, they cutting more ki's When someone OD's in the same building on the same story - it's that ruthless. Drug addicts is toothless, turned doofus Responsible for how the wasted youth is Who run up in your shop and steal, popping pills At the house party with a hoodrat copping feels f**in' raw, mentality's like f** the law, nowadays n***as buck when they woulda snuffed ya jaw In the city of schemes where money is power And shots go off at the funniest hour Now its breaking news, it's best that you stay awake than snooze They taking lives or they taking shoes I jot it down like I'm Langston Hughes And paint a picture in my good book thats full of verses That ain't a scripture nor from the religion Judges put men under the prison Them shorties screamin' they riders, but ain't none of 'em driven I try to school 'em cause they dropped out, once they popped out the p**y They mad because they p**y pops out, now they a ba*tard Life can be fatal and a hazard, from the cradle to the casket I'm rightfully raised around a life of crime, snitches dropping dimes I think of rhymes when I'm in a Detroit State of Mind [Hook] *Scratches* Detroit State of Mind Detroit State of Mind Detroit State of Mind Detroit State of Mind [Verse 2:Elzhi] Be having dreams that I'm a gangsta, sipping on bottles of Rozay Chilling with my out-of-town connect named Jose Tryna hustle for more pay, police in my doorway I never have my head in the clouds cause they could go gray And that ain't my forte, so f** a job Or who I stuck and robbed just the other day Who's listening to what they mother say about finishing school To get they GED, while crackheads is tryna sling an HDTV For rocks to snort? The fast life is why the time on ya clocks is short Even the shorties pulling Glocks from they boxer shorts Rap sheet be so long that it shocks the courts It's why we called the Murder City, tip a stripper then you can purr the kitty Bad Boys before we heard of Diddy Word, to Maserati Rick, Demetrius Holloway And those who celebrate by busting guns on a Holiday Happy to see another year end and begin Was told to watch for enemies that pretend to be friends They hit you with the setup, I seen it all with my own two The hood is like a gla** house the Devil throws stones through Many are stressed off the Henny or sess Maybe because the city is built above where Indians rest In peace, police found deceased, it's hair-raising like Kelis D-boys high and workin' they fleece, and bubble geese I knew this fly chick, pretty right, she was my type - that crack sh** Wasn't hype, she fell in love with the pipe She had dreams, of being the next D. Ross of the Supremes Overdosed in the lot, between the plot and the schemes [Hook]