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Yeah, yeah, yeah. Uh-huh. Detroit Project. Legendary. Legendary. Got 'em all mad, your boy bad. They figure I'm gonna hit 'em much stronger than Corn liquor 'cause I was born with a chip On my shoulder. I'm a sworn witness it's over. Ain't no politicking, I will never kick it for Posers. That indirect talk means nothing to me. Unless you want a hollow tip for gratuity. I'm nothing like y'all. I don't do it to Spite y'all. I do it 'cause I'm dope, I Write raw. It ain't a problem 'til you make It one. I earned this, who you taking from? I bet a dollar on a penny, none of Y'all can fuck with me. This in the street or the stadium. Like you need your permission, joke's on you. I've checked many, spoke on few. Sit down or get sat down. Check my background. I graduated this beef shit with a cap and Gown. Yeah. I goes hard, we ain't no half-steppin'. When I'm far from home, boy, we still reppin'. In our city, we already a legend. In our city, we already a legend. It's just some shit you ain't gotta question. My nigga, we a blessing. Ain't no second guessing. In our city, we already a legend. If you wanna know the difference between me and You, is that the artists you grew up listening To, they all respect what I do. Collect bands in foreign landscapes. You still the king on your block slanging rocks, Frontin' like you liftin' some heavy weight. Nigga, that shit is fake, change your profession, Dog. Some real ones run up on you, now Let that Smith & Wesson talk. Brains mattock and splattered, body outlined in Chalk. No eyewitnesses in court, the shooter got the Walk. You know the Detroit street code. Me and my family, you know we stand in Beast mode. They meet for the first time like, "Damn, he cold." Do a little research and be Like, "Damn, he old." One of a kind MC, they broke the mold. Deep in the game for twenty years and still Ain't sold my soul. Soliloquies I compose more Precious than gold bars. Some careers big as the moon, but still jealous Of little stars. Yeah. I goes hard, we ain't no half-steppin'. When I'm far from home, boy, we still reppin'. In our city, we already a legend. In our city, we already a legend. It's just some shit you ain't gotta question. My nigga, we a blessing. Ain't no second guessing. In our city, we already legend. I heard it all before. What I couldn't do is what I was tired Of being told. Can't be one of them niggas That die exhausted and broke. When the pressure come through, niggas be quick to Fold. Old story, money stack high as my three-story Home. Your dough must evolve, most out of control. Niggas dream 'bout buying Rollies, let alone get 'em Froze. My homie only conversation be about pros. Like that's the only thing he know. Really the furthest from it, but the hunger can't Nobody take from him. Always ready to shake something to get the cake Coming. Police grab him up, ask him for a Statement, he ain't saying nothing. In our city, we already a legend. In our city, we already a legend
Young RJ, Guilty Simpson, Phat Kat — Legendary
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