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Detroit State of Mind Pt. 2

Danny Brown

It's A Art

01.01.2010

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[Verse 1] Roaches crawlin' up the wall, piss-stained beds Niggas dreamin' 'bout piff, but we rolling up reg Still scream, though his momma say, "never leave the backyard" Niggas out shooting, used condoms on the playground Stay 'round crackheads, squatting out vacant flats Teen girls getting raped, man it's all fact Hooks swoop up, take your money and your crack Might get your weed back, put your ass out the back Starvin', narcs comin' we chalking Run up, stash the work, get the guns out the closet Seen niggas in the county get they brains stomped out While the dep's did nothing they just stood there and watched Tired of Coney, motor city got me lonely For security, I got the .40 on me Crib's rent unpaid, bills in the mailbox Letter from your cousin on the bloc, man it stay hot Most niggas I grew up with that are locked up Are lost to a trap, leave their ass, stuck And most souls I know got babies or a lady Never met a old chick that tell me that she married It's crazy in a city where there's money to gamble But lookin' at the scenery, it's all in shambles I lay back, reminisce on earlier times There's nothing happy here, it's a Detroit state of mind [Hook 2x] When the moon come out, and the sun don't shine I be on the corner all day continuing the grind When the sun comes up that just let me know the time There's nothing happy here, it's a Detroit state of mind [Verse 2] At the Cabernet, late night, saturday Tight fitted, drunk off hennessey, I put the gat away I'm nervous 'bout it cause these niggas lookin' kinda strange As I have them very thoughts, niggas got it in the brain I'm headed for the exit, while I'm slipping on champagne Kicking bottles on the floor, I'm just trying to hit the door And everybody else too ain't tryna get trampled Heard two shots, tripped, and twisted my ankle And we can never party, a bunch of hatin' niggas In a city that's corrupted with some grimey-ass bitches Could be your best friend or even your relative Snitch on you or put the .40 in your grill And nigga that ain't right, niggas your whole life When you get locked won't send you a kite I lay back, reflect, think of earlier times There's nothing happy here, it's a Detroit state of mind [Hook 2x]
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