Hip-Hop Throwback

Yeah. Going worldwide with this. Uh. Detroit City. Yeah. Prepare for the coldest winter. Flow so sick I can't hold my dinner. Y'all just mad 'cause I roll with winners, And it's no retreat and no surrender. I don't get writer's block, I just write what's Hot so you ride my jock. Get low when the goes pop. Detroit cats got your side on lock. I got a thing for tight clothes, Headlines, sold out shows, and light 'dro. I smoke so many I could probably stop right Now and come down next month. High 'til I die, with the crew, It's an eye for an eye. Henny in my cup, puttin' on the sky. The next to blow. If you see me with Your girlfriend, check your yo. You dealin' with the hardest out and you dudes Know that. We don't around. And I ain't scared of the beef, I'm a Throwback. I buck, buck, buck you down. You wanna know where the and the at soon As we touch your town. Admit it, y'all love the sound. Come on, admit it, y'all love the sound. When we roll up, best believe we smokin' that Kush tonight, that's right. Cowards don't even show up, yes indeed. We speed when you push the five. Take a look inside, in your area starin' you Dead in your eyes if you actin' out of Character. this family so strong, Can't go wrong, so strap your belts and hold On. We movin', pace is relentless, Rapid. In the fast lane while y'all stuck in Traffic. I'm from the hood, you can't be mad At it. I'm Ray Charles without the bad habits. Blind to the fact, fake friends probably got nines To my back, dyin' to attack. Still I'm gon' grind 'til I nap, believe that. Don't crowd my space, ease back. You dealin' with the hardest out and you dudes Know that. We don't around. And I ain't scared of the beef, I'm a Throwback. I buck, buck you down. You wanna know where the and the soon as We touch your town. Admit it, y'all love the sound. Come on, admit it, y'all love the sound. We blow the good smoke. Detroit cats, it's no joke. Since Run had gold ropes, cats on my block Was wild and sober. For real, it's no hoax. Plush whips with signs of gold spokes. And overnight I watched 'em go broke. Creek without the row boats. Saw it all in the hood firsthand. Cops at the door to raid your perp man. When you're poor and dealt the worst hand, You gotta go all out to earn grands. So I do this rap to keep from takin' Up an illegal practice, for real man. I ain't tryna get cuffed by police. That's why I put my dope to beats. You dealin' with the hardest out and you dudes Know that. We don't around. And I ain't scared of the beef, I'm a Throwback. I buck, buck you down. You wanna know where the and the soon as We touch your town. Admit it, y'all love sound. Come on, admit it, y'all love the sound