Transformation
[Intro]
Just came from the tropics, landed on the east coast. Rock with my New York niggas real quick
[Verse 1]
Yall be changing instantly
Shit like that can sicken me, real & wise epiphany
Champagne symphony, for hoes I have no sympathy
Yall women be killing me, now they wanna get wit me
How you makin fast cash, wen you dropping shit slow
I was up on Longacre, chillin at da Citgo
Rite in front if Z crib, up in domos Acura
Niggas tryna bite my style, so I call em' Dracula
Passing out the Raw Tape, dished em to the thugs though
Found em in the parkin lot, that's that Detroit love doe
Call up to coney island, burger & some chili friеs
I don't want onions though, came out to $6.89
Yea I know they waxing, nigga u can do thе math
In da whip wit Easy Dae, riding down Fenkell Ave
Buss a right on Whitcomb street, swoop that nigga Johnny up
Detroit L-O 1st place, yall niggas the runner up
[Interlude]
You know I had to catch connecting flights. Now I'm, back home in Detroit and shit. We still got business to handle, still got money to make, you know the shit don't stop. That LiveRAW shit
[Verse 2]
I bet i never switch up
Hopped in da whip cuz I'm bouta swoop yo bitch up
In da whip wit Chene, while he rolling up a swisher
But I don't even smoke, so imma sip up on this liquor
Told em I'm a dog, so he told me gone & sick her
I ain't no magician, I ain't got no time to trick her
Heard I'm Detroit L-O, now she wanna take a picture
Naw I won't group text em, but I'm damn sure gone kik her
Str8 up out the crib, but sorry that's just my intentions
Told yo ass to leave, but bitch you didn't wanna listen
Fucked up, just by walking in my damn kitchen
Cuz living raw nigga, that's the mother fucking mission
[Interlude]
Man you know. I just be feeling like niggas ain't fucking with me on my laid back day. Let that shit blow in the wind. Time for that transformation. Bring these niggas up to speed. I'm giving ya'll a preview
[Verse 3]
The last thing that you see is that big red dot, like you recording
Sock em if his grill too hot, like George Foreman
I'm a goblin, gliding for green, so call me Norman
But Osborne on the westside, on Fenkell Scoring
I keep my hoodie on for two months, while I'm touring
So I can cash an old Cadillac and ignore foreigns
Switch my style to all FILA, don't want no Jordans
Extremely organized with my sessions, I'm file sorting
You can play the role of a lion, just don't be roaring
Cuz One round from desert eagles will have you soaring
I hate when dudes refuse to do the things that's important
But they duck and dodge the pigs, cuz they sell what they be snorting
Hit the trap and drop off a baby, I'm ghetto storkin'
She say the pussy fat and it's pink, so now I'm porkin'
I know she fine as wine, so you seal it, I pop the cork and....
You make love to her and spoon her, I just be forkin'
You like to play tennis, I bank threes when I'm courtin'
I hit in High School, and left her bleu like Corbin
Hit em with a random knock out, yo life is shortened
Call that shit an RKO, that's Randy Orton