[Intro]Who knows better than you?DetroitWhere we at?I'd like to say[Verse 1]We come through like Green Beret Marines (r-r-r-rah)Fully auto submachine rifle with the laser beamCan't believe everything you hear, but I'ma have toYeah, I want 'em, tell 'em pull up, I'm on Belvedere and GratiotOld school mint-condition, be careful, try not to scratch it (yeah)Well aware of my surroundings, know I'm tuggin' on the metalOn the war, my young bulls thuggin' on another levelWhole block snaggletooth, but we got money in the ghettoNarcs flickin' niggas left and right, ready with no search warrantRival gang members in the neighborhood, turf-warrin'None of this shit came overnight, I had to work for itNow your bitch tryna ride my wave, might let her surfboardPayin' my ticket in that bando was my first mortgageNever turned my back on the streets, it's that I turned towards itBro don't need no bond money, he just wanna hear my voiceNickel nine on me, I call this a souvenir from Royce[Chorus]Here's lookin' at you, kiddoI cry tears just wishin' that you was here, broWithout you here, got me feeling like a weirdoCan't get took from my kids, leave my wife behind a widow (bless)Can't trust a soul, sleep with toast under my pillowSo right 'fore I get ghost, she said she love me, I'm like, "ditto"Don't think these niggas got the memo or listened to my demo[Verse 2]Open cases in Tuscaloosa, did a yick a weekTryna have patience with this music, really in the street (mafia)Plug in Belize raised the ticket, I'm like "goodness grief"Proof-of-purchase guaranteed, but this shit don't come with receipts (I swear)Pulled off some shit you wouldn't think, by the skin of my teethTorch the ride, ditch the piece, then wipe myself down with some bleach (wipe me down)My B-more niggas young and scandalous, free that nigga CheechJudge hit him with everything but the kitchen sink (free my guy)Niggas gettin' cooked for drug dealing, breakin' even-SteveThey threw the book at my young nigga, he can't even readFightin' for his freedom, lost Malik, he was a demon seedThat was just karma comin' back from all my evil deedsSlid down on dog, that's tobogganin', left him hobblin'I run with concreatures, gargoyles, and hobgoblins (227)Ran him down, stood over him, don't do no squabblin'A nigga touch a hair on blocks, we gon' pollute the oxygen[Chorus]Here's lookin' at you, kiddoI cry tears just wishin' that you was here, broWithout you here, got me feeling like a weirdoCan't get took from my kids, leave my wife behind a widowCan't trust a soul, sleep with toast under my pillow (strapped)So right 'fore I get ghost, she said she love me, I'm like, "ditto" (love you, too)Don't think these niggas got the memo or listened to my demo[Outro]BlockworksWho knows better than you?
