Danny Brown - Detroit State of Mind Pt. 2 lyrics
Danny Brown [Daniel Dewan Sewell] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Danny Brown - Detroit State of Mind Pt. 2 lyrics]
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, leave their 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
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
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, leave their 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
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