Song Lyrics

I'ma talk some lil' silly shit in the beginning
Just how I feel type shit (yeah)

Been wanting to get this off my mind for a long-ass time (what's that?)
Wendy's chicken sandwich fuckin' over Popeyes
Lot of extras in my clip like fries at Five Guys
Neck on Dairy Queen, my wrist on Häagen-Dazs (ice)
My girl colder than the shit they sell at Coldstone (facts)
Every time she let me hit, I make her soul glo (facts)
Brody sellin' gas like the Chevron, Sunoco
The BP, I'm from the West, but I'm good Deep East (yeah)
The semi transform to a fully, Decepticon (boom)
Reach for my gold, I kill everybody, I'm leprechaun
Free them real niggas, f*ck them ho niggas who testified
Tellin' shit the police ain't ask, got 'em some extra time (man)

They want a picture of my city, let me paint it (let me paint that)
It's so hard to make it out, but we gon' make it (we gon' shake back)
We want the best shit, we can't do nothin' basic
It's a Detroit nigga everywhere I go, that shit amazing (literally)

Let's talk about the people and the shit they be sayin'
Some people love me so much, you would think we related
Some people hate me so much, you would think we wasn't related
Niggas salty 'cause the bitches they in love with ate it, ay
Like some chicken, but they didn't put no hot sauce on it (they didn't)
And I dropped them hoes off after they hopped up off it (I did it)
I probably dropped a couple dollars on 'em (I did)
And I be talkin' so much shit, I probably dropped some knowledge on 'em
Like somebody prayin' for me, gotta be my sweet grandma (amen)
Old soul, I could f*ck a nigga's mean grandma (famous)
I come from where it's snow, but I ain't never seen Santa
I just seen a lot of niggas get popped like peach Fantas (brrt)
You ain't never been through shit, you tryna find some clout (boy)
I'll drop your bro and give you somethin' to rap about (boy)
Before a studio, we had to trap it out (bitch)
At a club in the slums with that ratchet out (f*ck)
A young dog, so ambitious, but ain't got no goals (nah)
He get some money for some clothes, he tryna buy some poles (all of 'em)
Touched a lot of dead hands, all of 'em was cold
With a lot of makeup on they face so you can't see the holes

They want a picture of my city, let me paint it (they know it)
It's so hard to make it out, but we gon' make it
We want the best shit, we can't do nothin' basic
It's a Detroit nigga everywhere I go, that shit amazing

Niggas get the chills when young dog speak (they do)
He a big dog now, you know young dog eat (ah)
He got some money, now they thinkin' that young dog sweet (nah)
I know for a fact he ain't, 'cause young dog me (bitch)
Yeah, I went from Lil T to Big Unky (I'm Big Unc)
My uncle turned into a bitch, now he my auntie (He my aunt)
Niggas talkin' crazy, won't say shit in front me (nah)
Meet with my plug and cash him out, that nigga don't front me (nigga don't front me)
But you ain't never been through shit, you tryna find some clout (lame)
I'll drop your brother, give you somethin' to rap about (bah)
Before a studio, we had to trap it out (trap)
At a club in the slums with that ratchet out (bah)

Terry Sanchez Wallace

The duration of Picture Of My City is 2:35 minutes and seconds.