Icewear Vezzo, G.T. - Detroit Legends lyrics

Yeah that shit crazy
Turn me up in the headphone ayy
Brrt brrt
Motion, ayy, yeah ayy

I'm a Detroit legend like I'm Juan or Blade
The home of rockin' Cartiers
Whips slidin' on blades
If rap don't work, I'm supplyin' the yay
Hit the road for thirty days
Tryna find me a state
Back in grind mode, ramen noodles
No more steak fuck tryna buy the crib
I wanna buy the estate
I got a couple E's sold
Got pills on the road
Chillin' by the fireplace at the
House by the lake
The bag in, it's fishscale
You can tell by the flake
Thе National a hundred racks
You can eat off the paint
I just want what's minе, after that
I'm straight
Had to pump my brakes, stop blowin' my cake
I been stayin' out the limelight
Tryna get my mind right
I know how to sit back and
Pop out when the time right
Prezi ain't got one stone
But it shine bright
Wake up, I don't know which way to go
I might do gold or white
When you gettin' real paper, lil' nigga
You got options
Mixin' up designer, I got Dior on Prada
My bitch ain't got no waist
A cold face like a model
It's gon' cost a couple dollars
If you hoes tryna follow
We poppin' seals, bro
Poppin' corks on Spade bottles
We play the cards we was dealt
They my spade partner
Niggas think they doin' somethin'
Need to go way harder
You can get the blow soft
But the yay way harder

Yeah, bitch
We was grindin' back when Chello
Had the gray Marauder
Came some ways from Coney dogs
To eatin' steak and lobster
Open spots with everything, yeah
This bitch came with options
Couple niggas made it out of school
Some niggas made it robbin'
My big brother made a million
He was twenty-five
We used to sell the gas twos
Three for twenty-five
I watched Tim pull up and
Tell a nigga move around
They was on the block and GG came
Through there and blew it down
I really stumbled on the plug and
Put my niggas on it
Taught my self 'bought cookin' lean and
Put the city on it
That fed time done showed me patience
And to get back focused
See this jewelry and these cars
Know it's really motion
I bought an eighth of soft at twelve
I was good at servin'
Me and Soldier got in a
Shootout on Lakewood and Vernon
And you can tell the ones who
Rat the way they movin' nervous
Made it out this bitch to make a
Change, we in the hood with purpose, nigga