Fresh Prince of Brick Mile
[Intro]
Now, this is a story all about how
My life got flipped, turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there (It's Lando, your bitch know, don't let your bitch go, nigga)
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town—

[Verse]
Man, this is a lil' story all about how
Them niggas in Detroit, Michigan get down
Take a little second, listen to this shit
A couple little details how it go down through this bitch
On West McNichols, born and raised
Lamphere block is where I spent most of my days
Posted in the hood, hittin' shells with my tools
Shootin' four, five, six outside with the goons
When a couple of robbers, they was up to no good
Tried to hit a lick in my neighborhood
We got into a shootout, a nigga ended up dead
We left him stackin' in the street with two shots in his head
This the D, you gotta be prepared for retaliation
Hundred-round choppers waitin' to tear off these niggas' faces
Meanwhile, it's hot, the block still pumpin'
Can't blow loud in one house like it ain't nothin'
Niggas mad 'cause we got a bag
Perrier out the bottle, fuck a champagne glass
Sketches, Stingrays, yeah, this what we livin' like
This motherfucker bold, but we still enjoyin' life
I punched up an Uber, and when it came near
I transported twenty 'bows to Holten from Lamphere
Niggas ain't movin' work like us, this shit rare
Baggin' up zips, sippin' rose, nigga no Belaire
Fresh like Prince, 'cause I got cash
Quick to throw a bitch out like Uncle Phil did Jaz
Pockets on Ashley Banks, check out these bands
Serve food like Jeffery, Ice doin' the Carlton dance
Mitch sent a nice amount of blues out of state
And when the money made it back, we hit J.I.D.'s for steak
Presi' on his wrist, ice buffs on his face
When that money touch down, we gotta celebrate
Split up with Mitch around seven or eight
He said he got some hoes for us, hit my line, I'm on you later
Detroit nigga, sell drugs and don't play
So if you disrespect us, you gettin' shot in the face, period