Off Parole

[Intro] Be quiet, I know what you thinking, who the hell is that? You in the club minding ya own business and out of nowhere you here this How you supposed to act, Neptunes, Royce 5'9", it's my year baby [Verse 1] Twelfth grade rode around, started out small My father told me, before you walk, you gotta crawl We was all outlaws wit our fists balled We couldn't even count bars, we was just raw MCer's battlin' at the club, for the plug Rappin' for the other rappers, strictly for the love That was cool 'til my life turned, and got tough I got a girl, got serious, got her knocked up Uh oh, reality check, hold up I gotta figure out a way, to get this dough up I don't want my son to hate me, when he grow up So I gotta blow up, and leave it to' up (Five-Nine, baby) I listened to my pops, whenever it got hard He said look if you gon' be a star, be a star I got hot, got a deal took rap Took the whole city wi me, and never looked back, baby [Hook] We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole [Verse 2] It's all simple, make a million off the intro Y'all don't want it, cause you still say ya fin' to I'm finna blow, like this shit is so mental That's your life, your problem, and your pencil Cut the jokes, everybody wanna be rich You a fool if you don't, you see this Look at this chain, this bracelet, you hear me I don't won't respect, I want you to fear me Now look at me, this shit is getting real now I want your money, I'mma spit what you can feel now I tell the truth, so I guess I keep it real now You thought I was ill befo', now I'm ill now Come on wit it, I can afford to kill now Look at my son, ask him how he feel now It's real now, daddy's got a pill now Wave bye-bye we out of the hood, what the deal now [Hook] [Bridge: Tre' Little] Detroit came up, you know we hot 30 years where it became a big lot 600s on chrome, you don't stop Detroit we just hot Young niggas stay fly at all times Hoes 21 and under with gangsta rides Keep our guns by our sides at all times Detroit we just fly [Verse 3] You would love for me and you to switch places won't ya You love hatin' don't cha, hate just to hate, don't ya In the clubs yelling loud, like you wanna fight But I just whisper, you ain't trying to die tonight I'm the king, yo I'm like the son of Jesus We got guns, and we'll use 'em, so please believe it Last had to try me, yeah I looked passed him But notice he's nowhere around, for you to ask him Long as I gotta crew, and two in the safe baby You could scream 'til you BLUE in the face baby We getting ours, we don't care who in the way baby Lock and key, ain't nothin' you could save baby We don't want the bitches dog, we just want the honeys And we don't want the game neither, we just want the money It makes sense don't it, the blocks with me Welcome to the new world, Detroit Rock City [Hook] + [Bridge] [Outro: Pharrell] Click, click, blaow How you like us now