Detroit Cartier

It's so cold in the D, How the fuck do we ‘spose to keep peace In the D (x4) [Amir Obe] I feel trouble brewin, I’m losing my manners, pooh got thehammer just came home from Atlanta Used to diss his dreads and his accent We passing through the east side robbing bitches for they glasses Cartier when they goin' get paid ,well damn how we goin' split the profit We probably get some bank for them 6,6,600 that's good enough, do it up at Fair Lane Mall Took some ghetto broads to the store Circle the movies for hours, after hours It's still live, posted by a Benz like it's ours Thomas had a corolla, nicknamed it rolly My Rollie, nicknamed corona, it's stolen Corona was 18 karat Oh so I thought til it turned copper, oh now I'm embarrassed Fuck it though we at the club 18 and under First day of summer we leaving or what Swear to god Ima die rich swear to god. x6 Uh 5 deep in Corolla, smoking weed sipping soda Pray mom don't smell the odor Them bum ass nikes got boring, cop guccis at Nordstroms Mom asked me how you afford them Uh Early introduced me to Sean, he was on, signed to Kan I'm kinda jealous, shout out to Sean Chopped it up in his Impala, gave me tickets to his concert, came home promoted my songs Fuck it, let's go stir up some beef In the burbs disturbing peace, blasting music burning trees worthless pieces of shit, gripped a g in a week, copped Louis V some matching belt came next weekend, hit Fairlane mall the same evening C-c-carties on Niggas drove by bumping Blades, ice was on Ran up on me, caught me slipping it hit me dead in the jaw I'm sleepin Woke up carties missing Louis missing sidekick missing Lost sight of vision, left eye was dripping Swear to god Ima die rich swear to god. x6