Lyrics

I'm in detroit like i play for the pistons
I'm tryna get to these riches
I can't put my trust in these bitches
Got a stick when i post in the trenches
I dropped a bag on a rarri
I fucked on your bitch i ain't sorry
Now i got racks they swear that they know me
Do a 248 i'm feeling like kobe

I hit one time i can't get attached
These niggas be going out sad bout them nets
That nigga broke he need him a loan
He ain't got no money we can't do a song
Racks on me my pockets they long
If he don't want static then leave me alone
If you need the gas then hit my phone
Run down on a opp and i'm doing him wrong
I know she a dog imma give her a bone
That nigga mad his bitch singing my song
Owe nobody shit did on my own
Do it for my city yea i put on
Smoking exotic that be my cologne
Feel like no cap imma die a legend
Choppa gone sing just like john legend
I was born a star imma shine in the dark
Thought love was real but she broke my heart
I was in to deep tryna play my part
You was telling me lies from the start
She was tryna run game had to play my cards

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I'm in detroit like i play for the pistons
I'm tryna get to these riches
I can't put my trust in these bitches
Got a stick when i post in the trenches
I dropped a bag on a rarri
I fucked on your bitch i ain't sorry
Now i got racks they swear that they know me
Do a 248 i'm feeling like kobe

Writer(s): Mark Johnson

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