Detroit State Of Mind Pt. 2

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, leader 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

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

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