[Intro] Un.. turn me up.. Yea.... We hustle ... Nigha I said we hustle... Dass all we ever did homie...on everything I love we ball harder nigha... Blaze God nigha.. [Hook: black Detroit rapper voice] I ball real gotta get, the message Yea This all real but it's still, a blessing New big Salad but I make, the dressing My new chick savage Gotta hit the, essence aye I ball real gotta get, the message Yea This all real but it's still, a blessing New big Salad but I make, the dressing My new chick savage Gotta hit the, essence aye [Verse] Brand new Glock I been active, eh I Might shoot a opp jus for, practice New whip I'm inside it you, lacking All my life I had to, smack shit, eh I don't got time unless you bad bitch I been on the grind I, trap it All my life I had to, pack it aye These hoes on my dick they attracted From the Living room up to addict, Bitch I'm too fly like, Aladdin Seatbelt tucked had to fasten Money on my mind gotta grab it, eh Brand new whip should I, hop in (skkr) Sippin on sum sizzurp, options I don't think they want the problem She shake that ass like she from, harlem weight [Hook: black Detroit rapper voice] I ball real gotta get, the message Yea This all real but it's still, a blessing New big Salad but I make, the dressing My new chick savage Gotta hit the, essence aye I ball real gotta get, the message Yea This all real but it's still, a blessing New big Salad but I make, the dressing My new chick savage Gotta hit the, essence aye [Verse: black rapper voice] Look, I’m in that heavy Chevy, moving like a boss do I don't check the tag, I just wonder what it cost you Everything is custom, I don't even like the stock view Tried to play the gate, now the shooters gotta walk through I’m a heavy weight, watch me get it out the mud, yeah Detroit city hero, I got power in my blood, yeah Talking ‘bout a bag, I’m the one that’s gonna flood it She saw the icy chain, now she asking what’s the budget I was in the kitchen, had to whip it 'til it locked up He was talking crazy 'til the homies had him boxed up Hit the 7-Mile, yeah I’m really in the traffic I don't do the talking, all my hitters really static Stacking up the paper, I’m just tryna reach the ceiling Bitch, I’m from the D, you can’t ever hurt my feelings VVS’s dancing, yeah they hitting like a flashbang Whole squad winning, that’s the only way the cash sang, aye. [Hook: black Detroit rapper voice] I ball real gotta get, the message Yea This all real but it's still, a blessing New big Salad but I make, the dressing My new chick savage Gotta hit the, essence aye I ball real gotta get, the message Yea This all real but it's still, a blessing New big Salad but I make, the dressing My new chick savage Gotta hit the, essence aye [Outro: telephone voice effect] (Talk-rap) Yeah... You know how we rocking. Seven Mile to the world, man. I’m making the dressing, she eating the salad... You see the hustle, you see the shine. It’s a blessing, but we worked for it. Don't get it twisted. Free the guys. Yeah. (Beat fades out with a final car engine rev)
