What up, doe Detroit The new home of the greatest I'm in my D hat, D hat, D hat, D hat I'm in my D hat And it's a blue fitted You gettin' money But you don't know what to do with it I know I'm gettin' Don't know if you with it This is dedicated to the few Who be like, "Who did it?" You took a step forward You need to step back 'Cause in a puddle of blood Is where you're left at You see, Detroit is Beirut Chicago's Iraq America is a war zone I'm just statin' the facts People wanna hold hands And lines and protest Niggas still gettin' shot in the street With no vest Donald Trump is the President Now you're so stressed But I'm high for the next four years Like, "Oh yes!" Who gives a fuck less About a tax write-off Won't stop Edison from cuttin' my lights off Won't stop terrorists Or their suicide bombin' We don't wanna die I think we all got that in common To be silent in these times is a crime And you got a voice But when you open up your mouth You sound ignorant by choice Do you believe in God And God did not believe in My religion is reality The Garden of Eden If you a celebrity up to bat You know you struck out Said you was movin' out of America Get the fuck out We don't need your coward ass around here 'Cause this the Home of the Brave No fear I swear This'll be my year So I need you to lend me your ear I got a little somethin' that you all should hear Love trumps hate Let's get things clear You can hate me because my skin color But you just hatin' yourself Because we still brothers And the Statue of Liberty's freedoms real mother She taught us all empathy So we could feel others I was inspired to write this when the polls closed It's like your soul's closed God left us, and the store's closed I'm from Detroit Don't know if you get it We be like, "What up, doe?" We chasin' after new digits Industry haters And we know only a few with it But we gonna keep puttin' it down Until you do get it I'm on my D shit 3-1-3 shit That's how it be shit Godlike, so you know I love that G shit I wish it was different on the streets But it's not So stay out your political feelings 'Fore you get shot We all know we're livin' in Hell 'Cause it's hot The wicked gettin' arrested Wicketshit will never stop I'm in my D hat And it's a blue fitted You gettin' money But you don't know what to do with it I know I'm with it Don't know if you with it This is dedicated to the few Who be like, "Who did it?" Who did it better Who did it worse Who did it first Who did it the best And put the game in a hearse Who did it for the Rap God And lifted the curse Now lets take hip hop back to the birth Back to the Earth Back to your lessons I think it's time for true confessions Fraudulent, phony fools fear the fatal freestyle This goes out to every man, woman, and child And I'm straight off 7 Mile Boomin' Words From Hell But it's a Heaven style