(feat. Proof, Wesley Valentine)



[Wesley Valentine talking]

Yeah, yeah you know who it be

313, Detroit City putting it on the map baby

That nigga Lil' B, the nigga Proof

DJ Butter, that nigga Bugz up in here

Uh huh, uh huh



[Wesley Valentine]

Coming through my hood showin off misusing your ice

You think twice 

Is it really worth loosing your life

See I roll with them cats who about pocketing their cheese

Smackin other cats with the gat make them drop to they knees

In tropical trees niggas with me pack in heat

And their glock gonna squeeze makin your life stop in your sleep

But you know I'm about crusin with the TV's stuck in the dash 

Niggas like you they envy cause I'm always lussin for cash

And the rush will go fast if you not blockin my life

Blockin the ice of unfortunate let me go knock in your wife

Hang out the window of a limo then I'm yellin at hoes

If you catch me up in the regal then I'm sellin some O's

Bustin a shot up on your block leavin a shell in your toes

Stashin the glock takin your knot then I bell for Nopose

Attached to Proof no longer now a nigga rollin solo 

Let me just snatch in your group up and fuck up my last solo

 

[Chorus x2:  Wesley Valentine]

We keep it real all the way from the west to the east  

So pick out your vest and your heat or you'll be restin in peace

Cause Lil' B and Proof, you know that we droppin the hottest shit

And y'all gonna be coppin it and we comin and stoppin it



[Proof]

Aye yo, immature thinking had me lace for fraud jewels

The rise of mutts chose to call true

Trapped up in the D, hustling with small dues

The game is my name so now you all lose

It's all in the mind, and we stay sound

My cuz scuttling on the times keeping his PA down

Got a squad full of goons, click, click, you rest in peace

I die never different type now they blister my feet

Ain't gonna talk about the street shit, who I beat with

I hang with G's that get it indicted in secret

Wants to beef with, aye yo, the lines or the nines

When I rhyme, I'm a shine, pull my nine and leave you blind

Killin here's a death massage a skinny body

In Detroit best friends will kill you quicker than anybody

Whether the seven deuce or the BK-thangs

Got a deal with the real that each day brings



[Chorus x2:  Wesley Valentine]



[Wesley Valentine]

Yo, I'm lovin my life cause every night older woman molests me

Go off next of me, so paranoid

That's where my chest should be, testing me on top of my destiny

Getting the best of me, don't mess with me, shootin aggressively

Impressin the referee, the flesh of thee, 

On the carpet if you have nerve to question me

A less of me, don't pass up the front where the stress should be

Technically speakin I'm the one got the weaponry freakin

I spread when I'm sleep in reasons took out the tech and be creepin

Actually, I'm the nigga you will see in your dreams 

Me and my team will rob you for dough and flee with your cream

Don't ever approach, I'll put one in the back of your lungs

Hope you're packin your guns, cause me to stackin some funds

A enemy's dream still sits from the top of her boots

Sending shots as a youth, ain't no stoppin us Proof

You know, what what nigga, Detroit baby, about to blow



[Chorus x4:  Wesley Valentine]



[Wesley Valentine]

All star game, baby

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