[Intro: Boldy James]
(It's Big Trouble in Lil' China) With the guapanese
We pull up with them llamas, n***a get to coppin' pleas
Bricks from Tijuana, field full of poppy seeds
Twenty-thirty tons of marijuana, that's a lot of weed
I know some twenties and some fifties with a lot of cheese
Keep cannons and they marked with cannons, we the Soda Club
I'm from Detroit where n***as hate before they show you love
Where everybody do the race and run off on the plug

[Chorus: Boldy James]
(I'm from Detroit) Where n***as took more than they ever gave
Home of the host with the most and them [?]
(Detroit) Home of the pushers where they catching plays
Eyes open, wide-shut, looking for them better days
(I'm from Detroit) 6 Milin' like a set of trays
Thuggin' with my n***as on the dike, cradle to the grave
(Detroit) Where n***as wildin' playing with them Ks
Big timin' or they dickridin' tryna catch a tray

[Verse 1: Boldy James]
(I'm from Detroit) Where n***as in the county fighting floaters
Used to seeing corpse and the smell of dead body odors
Jumped off the porch of Belvidere, none of the children there
Was silver spoon-fed, shit, we ain't even have no silverware
Was shopping nicks, reminiscing with my n***a Travis
How we droppin' shit, flicking n***as like a pissy mattress
Still in that water, waist-deep like a Christian baptist
Keep something [?] on my hip like this bitch a cactus
They catch him with another clap, I'm getting sent to Jackson
So it's either get caught with the strap or catch a n***a lackin'
I know some n***as cracking trays, I know some n***as stackin'
Slit your throat without no aftershave, no burying the hatchet
I owe a n***a a couple straps, full metal jacket
On the same block, in the same hood where it happened
AR blue in flames looking like a fire-breathing dragon
Don't want no smoke? Well, get some fucking nicotine packs
[Chorus: Boldy James]
(I'm from Detroit) Where n***as took more than they ever gave
Home of the host with the most and them [?]
(Detroit) Home of the pushers where they catching plays
Eyes open, wide-shut, looking for them better days
(I'm from Detroit) 6 Milin' like a set of trays
Thuggin' with my n***as on the dike, cradle to the grave
(Detroit) Where n***as wildin' playing with them Ks
Big timin' or they dickridin' tryna catch a tray

[Verse 2: Taj Mahal & Boldy James]
(I'm from Detroit) From where n***as never had shit
[?] n***a, most these n***as be elastic, really plastic
I was broke, now getting money automatic (Automatic)
From where your mans switch up on you 'bout some cash shit
On fam', still front you, playing games with them backflips
I don't trust nan bitch
Cinderella got fucked for some glass slippers (Bitch)
If I ain't talking 'bout shit, I'm talking cash shit (Cash)
Slavin' on the road, I got here on the last shit (Uh)
Found out you snitched, you can make your last wish
I'm dizzy right now, that's how that back hit (Uh)
Fly-or-die, I need a last strip
I've been smoking out the pound, it's the last zip (Smoke)
I ain't happy 'til it's sealed in my bag, zipped (On God)
Re-up, turn it around for the last trick (Uh-huh)
We into flippy-lippys gymnastic (Flip it)
Setting trends, getting money demographic
[Chorus: Boldy James]
(I'm from Detroit) Where n***as took more than they ever gave
Home of the host with the most and them [?]
(Detroit) Home of the pushers where they catching plays
Eyes open, wide-shut, looking for them better days
(I'm from Detroit) 6 Milin' like a set of trays
Thuggin' with my n***as on the dike, cradle to the grave
(Detroit) Where n***as wildin' playing with them Ks
Big timin' or they dickridin' tryna catch a tray

[Outro: Boldy James]
(I'm from Detroit)
That's why people don't wanna come to the city of Detroit
'Cause y'all sorry-ass **** getting all ****
And doing **** that was y'all damn **** family member
Y'all'll do them right there fast, so kiss my black ****
Forget all [?], bye
Now, come find me, I'll show you what better to run the city of Detroit
You sorry ****