Write or Wrong

Thank God for this microphone (This microphone)

Plymouth Road, that's a sniper zone (Sniper zone)

Couldn't change me if I had a diaper on

I'm correct whether right or wrong (Uh, uh)

In Detroit, we exploit **** for snitchin' (We exploit ****)

We anoint **** street cred, it's based on a point system

And the joint stood tall like Benoit Benjamin (Uh)

Bought Ritalin for my white-chocolate and vanilla friends (Yeah)

Bucket hat like Gilligan, fuck cancer, stay away from carcinogens

Move blow like ceilin' fans (Like ceilin' fans)

They used to lick the hand, then they bit the hand that fed 'em (That fed 'em)

Hope I forget it, left 'em beheaded, I don't regret it (Nah)

Street-**** etiquette and rhetoric, the evidence is evident

Forever on some ghetto shit (Yeah), listen

Thank God for this microphone (This microphone)

Plymouth Road, that's a sniper zone (Sniper zone)

Couldn't change me if I had a diaper on (Yeah)

I'm correct (Correct) whether right or wrong (Uh)

The gringo that slang dope by the slope

You was a don, now this con troll like remotes (Listen)

GPS say you goin' broke, loud sayin' wild things

Watch your tone, loc (Tone, loc)

She wanna elope, I can't even propose a toast

Where I'm from, they only raise glass to smoke (To smoke)

Never done, soon we'll be makin' another run, Love Boat (Listen)

Coat had holes in it, you can see the pole in it

Second to none, overdose like Colt Brennan (Uh)

We run out and replenish, it's a marathon, y'all sprintin'

Life is but a Rolex, everybody time stop tickin' (Uh, Bruiser)

Thank God for this microphone (This microphone)

Plymouth Road, that's a sniper zone (Sniper zone)

Couldn't change me if I had a diaper on (Yeah)

I'm correct whether right or wrong (Uh, uh)

I'm winnin', check the standings, paint pictures (Paint pictures)

Use the kitchen as my canvas

This bitch don't know where her pants is (Her pants is)

B-boy stance in my Stan Smiths

Excuse my thoughts, I'm just ramblin'

Music in my head, I be jammin' (Huh)

You not him, you a stand-in (You a stand-in)

Line after line, you can't scan it (You can't scan it)

Eat beats like I'm famished (Famished)

It's feast or famine, triple beam balance

Watch me stick the landin', hopeless romantic (Yeah)

Let her Spanish friend in, four hands and I'ma blow like a cannon

Abandoned, abandoned by one of my parents (Uh)

Lyrics flow from my heart to my larynx (My larynx)

I'm just tryna rest my dick between a pair of breasts

White sticks like cigarettes, vacuum seals on my silhouette

Smith & Wess' with specs for the disrespect

Dirty money, gotta disinfect it

Gettin' top at the top will give you a different perspective

Bruiser

Thank God for this microphone (This microphone, yeah)

Plymouth Road, that's a sniper zone (Huh)

Couldn't change me if I had a diaper on

I'm correct (I'm correct) whether right or wrong (Uh)

Thank God for this microphone (This microphone)

Plymouth Road, that's a sniper zone (Ha)

Couldn't change me if I had a diaper on (A diaper on)

I'm correct (I'm correct) whether right or wrong (Uh)

Buzzy on Broadway

Buzzy on

Dope fiends runnin'

The dope fiends runnin'