Ntro- Yeah, The Davis Way...Ty Farris...Yo
Verse- I'm a pure product of Detroit, like a Faygo
Hasta luego, lay low, plot on a pesos
On the block since Jada and P did it with J-Lo
I'm fresh you some days old like the bread with the grey mold
Had visions of living off of these lyrics
Pray the world would hear it and feel it that was the mission
Felt the tension as I climbed up the ladder
I'm an artist, not a rapper, dropped more verses than a pastor
Another chapter from the testament of my excellence
Rebel from my residence
Surviving, I'm a specialist
Especially in this rap game it's a rat race
But l drove thru this road like a drunk driver with bad breaks
I did it my way, I never wavered
Hard labor, clear the sea I'm one of Gods favorites
Like Sunday morning l want large paper
And when this drop it's the dope that's gonna have the police dog chase us