ELZhi - Detroit State of Mind lyrics

It's Elmatic
Yeah, I'mma start this shit off, man

Yo, rappers I monkey-flip 'em
Gorilla-stomp 'em
I'm out here with the dealers pumpin'
The killers dumpin'
Dead bodies in Lake Michigan
That shake fishermen
Pimps turn into pastors
The fake bishops in the churches
And props determined off what you purchase
Or who you murked just a week ago
Dug up from searches and police raids
Decreased grades someone deceased made
The front page, the priests prayed
He went to heaven, but the beast stayed
Now it's a war, and flowers for more funerals
You see who's soon to go a few hours before
It's just the same story
They cutting more ki's
When someone OD's in the same
Building on the same story
It's that ruthless Drug addicts is toothless
Turned doofus
Responsible for how the wasted youth is
Who run up in your shop and steal
Popping pills at the house party with
A hoodrat copping feels
Fuckin' raw, mentality's like fuck the law
Nowadays niggas buck when they
Woulda snuffed ya jaw
In the city of schemes where money is power
And shots go off at the funniest hour
Now it's breaking news
It's best that you stay awake than snooze
They taking lives or they taking shoes
I jot it down like I'm Langston Hughes
And paint a picture in my good
Book thats full of verses
That ain't a scripture nor from the religion
Judges put men under the prison
Them shorties screamin' they riders
But ain't none of 'em driven
I try to school 'em cause they dropped out
Once they popped out the pussy
They mad because they pussy pops out
Now they a bastard
Life can be fatal and a hazard
From the cradle to the casket
I'm rightfully raised around a life of crime
Snitches dropping dimes
I think of rhymes when I'm in
A Detroit State of Mind

Scratches detroit State of Mind
Detroit State of Mind detroit State of Mind
Detroit State of Mind

Be having dreams that I'm a gangsta
Sipping on bottles of Rozay
Chilling with my out-of-town
Connect named Jose
Tryna hustle for more pay
Police in my doorway
I never have my head in the
Clouds cause they could go gray
And that ain't my forte, so fuck a job
Or who I stuck and robbed just the other day
Who's listening to what they mother
Say about finishing school to get they GED
While crackheads is tryna sling an HDTV
For rocks to snort? The fast life is why
The time on ya clocks is short
Even the shorties pulling Glocks
From they boxer shorts
Rap sheet be so long that
It shocks the courts
It's why we called the Murder City
Tip a stripper then you can purr the kitty
Bad Boys before we heard of Diddy
Word, to Maserati Rick, Demetrius Holloway
And those who celebrate by busting
Guns on a Holiday
Happy to see another year end and begin
Was told to watch for enemies
That pretend to be friends
They hit you with the setup
I seen it all with my own two
The hood is like a glass house
The Devil throws stones through
Many are stressed off the Henny or sess
Maybe because the city is built
Above where Indians rest
In peace, police found deceased
It's hair raising like Kelis
D-boys high and workin' they fleece
And bubble geese
I knew this fly chick, pretty right
She was my type - that crack shit
Wasn't hype, she fell in love with the pipe
She had dreams
Of being the next D ross of the Supremes
Overdosed in the lot
Between the plot and the schemes