Thou Shall

Thou shall not fuck with Detroit and me
 Never owned a coogie, Ford truck
 Or a pair of them gator Mauris
 Please hold your applause for these parables and stories
 Give all praise to Allah, to God be the glory
 My Papa raised me like I'm a dog with rabies
 Playin' the hard-to-hard in a dropped Mercedes
 Ridin' with the chopper daily
 Pupils dilated like I'm Sada Baby
 Nozzle on that gun larger than the one on that Gaga lady
 Play with my time like I'm a playful don
 My arm comes out the car
 My window down like I'm tryna borrow some Grey Poupon
 First these bitches love it
 Then they hate it, then they hate to love it
 I'm straight with publishin'
 I don't care if the radio station's stubborn
 Y'all haters busters, I'm David Ruffin
 It'll take me nothin' to put your life on a dollar menu
 Right there by the Egg McMuffin
 While these boys orderin' shots, snortin' rocks, and importin' thots
 I'm floatin' with 40 knots to the bag, like I'm a border cop
 Any artist in hip-hop fuck with Nickel stock, sure to drop
 Especially if he Russel Wilson, good guy, sorta pop
 You sure to die, pallbearers, bring flowers, he's mortified
 Me and Porter got the same stayin' power that hoarders got
 Whoever Superman, I got kryptonite in these hands
 But I'd rather soup-a-man, leave you liquified with these cans
 I don't care if you rap niggas is trendin'
 Topic is shit, your shit's garbage
 You couldn't make a classic out of that trash
 If you had Brenda drop it
 You at the rental car spot Enterprise, while I'm enterprisin'
 I don't cop my whips without coppin' rims and a body kit
 And my tint is darkened
 Closest I'ma probably get, to window shoppin'
 Alright we're gonna try a new sound
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 Uh, yeah, yeah (Alright we're gonna try a new sound)
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 Say goodbye to the good guy
 I hotboxed on your block and I got the whole hood high
 You know who all the dead niggas is, they tryna look live
 Instagram post bank accounts, it wouldn't look right
 Your favorite rappers sweet, you look up to geeks
 I wanna flip the world upside down
 And make all you niggas look up to the streets
 I don't believe none of you frail niggas
 A man should never be described as petite
 I don't wait when it's war, I'm on some now shit
 Leave your mama prayin' over beef, I halal shit
 All these foul styles goin' 'round and y'all allow it
 No skill required, the game's overcrowded
 So when the rapper say he can spit now, I doubt it
 You could listen to Future but just know who the now is
 I get to share a stage with Nickel Nine, that's crazy
 We on tour with Eminem, baby, that's Shady
 Room full of naked chicks, surrounded by pussy
 'Cause I rap amazin', you at the crib hatin'
 With your kittens, lookin' like the weird cat lady
 Trippin', watchin' Xvids while I'm with your ex-bitch
 'Til I'm restless
 Don't want me to send goons to investigate, they faux niggas
 And believe me, it's hard to find a coffin that's pretzel shape
 When goin' to the special place
 Say an extra grace, black men in America ain't just slaves
 Long as the queen don't need nothin' for it's a seven
 While I'm still buildin' credit outta debt
 I know where I'm headed, I don't need the reverend
 Royce gave me access to the lab, I got the key to Heaven