Detroit L-Obama
Detroit L-O
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[Intro]
Make sure the money right
We gon make sure the money right on here, you know what I'm saying man
Because that's all we need to do, is just get our paper
Everything presidential, down to the bars, to the whips
Man everything
Detroit L-O bro
[Verse 1]
There is no sound sweeter than an enemies flat line
Pussies want the fame, but I won't let the cat shine
On my toes with the metal, push me to tap mines
Triggеring bad moods, no different than thesе land mines
Books was looking good, now we hitting the borders
Cut a nigga off the team if he refuse to follow orders
Life ain't no different than a trip to the casino
Every day's a gamble, keep it tight like a Speedo
You hit one lick, now it's Beni's for dinner
You dropped shells, got jammed and turned into Master Splinter
I want the bread, yea, I want the yams
I gotta get mines because of the breed of MC that I am
See I ain't running from the law
I getting head from a bitch who can sip peanut butter through a straw
And for you niggas that's so curious
Two shots from the magnum, let you know my styles are furious
Fuck street cred, i'm living my best life
I'll stay up out you niggas way, give me a booth and a mic
So I can cook up something dope to recite
I was never scared of shit, I just knew my intuition was right
[Interlude]
Yea I knew my intuition was right. I was smarter than what I thought
But hey look man, we gon keep this shit going man, for the muthaphukkin Raw Life
[Verse 2]
Balling like Mamba
Presidential Cadillac, I'm Detroit L-Obama
Lil nigga chill, bro you look just like yo mama
And boy she was a freak when a nigga got behind her
I ain't wear a rubber, so I could just be yo father
Came out looking like me, still didn't even bother
Now you feeling nervous and you wanna take it farther
I can make it easy, make em' think i'm going harder
I done made a ton of cheddar up on Gilligan's, wildin'
That I bought the land, renamed the shit Dividend's Island
Might not kill you, but petty retaliation is coming
Might just run up on yo ass at your most vulnerable moment
Kick yo door in the middle of you taking a shit
Beat yo ass while I turd hanging out of yo ass
My kicks was soft because a nigga couldn't help but to laugh
Talk about it with the crew over steak, lobster and crab
Make sure the money right
We gon make sure the money right on here, you know what I'm saying man
Because that's all we need to do, is just get our paper
Everything presidential, down to the bars, to the whips
Man everything
Detroit L-O bro
[Verse 1]
There is no sound sweeter than an enemies flat line
Pussies want the fame, but I won't let the cat shine
On my toes with the metal, push me to tap mines
Triggеring bad moods, no different than thesе land mines
Books was looking good, now we hitting the borders
Cut a nigga off the team if he refuse to follow orders
Life ain't no different than a trip to the casino
Every day's a gamble, keep it tight like a Speedo
You hit one lick, now it's Beni's for dinner
You dropped shells, got jammed and turned into Master Splinter
I want the bread, yea, I want the yams
I gotta get mines because of the breed of MC that I am
See I ain't running from the law
I getting head from a bitch who can sip peanut butter through a straw
And for you niggas that's so curious
Two shots from the magnum, let you know my styles are furious
Fuck street cred, i'm living my best life
I'll stay up out you niggas way, give me a booth and a mic
So I can cook up something dope to recite
I was never scared of shit, I just knew my intuition was right
[Interlude]
Yea I knew my intuition was right. I was smarter than what I thought
But hey look man, we gon keep this shit going man, for the muthaphukkin Raw Life
[Verse 2]
Balling like Mamba
Presidential Cadillac, I'm Detroit L-Obama
Lil nigga chill, bro you look just like yo mama
And boy she was a freak when a nigga got behind her
I ain't wear a rubber, so I could just be yo father
Came out looking like me, still didn't even bother
Now you feeling nervous and you wanna take it farther
I can make it easy, make em' think i'm going harder
I done made a ton of cheddar up on Gilligan's, wildin'
That I bought the land, renamed the shit Dividend's Island
Might not kill you, but petty retaliation is coming
Might just run up on yo ass at your most vulnerable moment
Kick yo door in the middle of you taking a shit
Beat yo ass while I turd hanging out of yo ass
My kicks was soft because a nigga couldn't help but to laugh
Talk about it with the crew over steak, lobster and crab
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