Intro: [Talking]

-Hook no vocals-

Verse:
Summer nights, carty frames, 15's packed up in the trunk
Mauri kicks, Monte Carlo boxes inches 26
Bad bitches everywhere, D caps are everywhere
Here you gotta grind, start from March back to Februar-E
Aint a thang for me to rep where I was given birth
Michigan is clearly where this brother learned to get his turn
Pushing other people out the way I gotta go
If you plan on visiting then there's one thing you gotta know
We're not all about the bad, don't wake up just to blast
Would rather set the summer at Somerset with the tags
Cars classic, dipped in a big three fashion
Built Ford Tough, every chump we smashing
Eminem, Royce 5'9, Blade IceWood, Big Sean, Trick Trick, K Deezy My Hood
Elzhi, Young Roc, Scolla, Nick Varcity
Motown, invented soul sound, can't mess with my

Hook: Forever repping for my state, Michigan is where them legends are made/ Understand I got my (hometown), and I aint changing it for nothing/ Take the bad with all the good and make it something, damn right, I rep my (hometown)/ And i'ma keep on with the keep on, never wear a fitted unless a D on/ that's repping for my (hometown)...yeah I rep it for my hometown/

Phokuzd:
Welcome to my city, ingenuity and youth
The city of Dilla, Blade, Em, Royce, and Proof
I'm a motown playa, in the midst of a recession
The people still moving to my music at the present
And to my city, I have always had a deep connection
In it, became a man and overcome my depression
Searching for love from these girls and they affection
Only had me busting and dipping to get my next one
Yes son, I speak the gift, a verbal Smith and Wesson
English class attended and a nigga learned his lesson
In Cass, decided I would take this rap shit serious
But the upper classman wasn't hearing us, gearing up
To take over the world, fuck the paper
This a revolution what we doing for the greater
State of Michigan, got the whole city out behind me
All that gangsta shit doesn't excite me, nah, not in my (hometown)

-Break [talking]-

Verse:
Rob Doe, yeah my name is that
Give a fuck about who talk that nonsense behind my back, look at that
Claim that they gone beat my ass cause I come slaying every track
You aint never heard another brother do it like this
Going grizzly, is this Tekken i'ma Kuma my shit
Yes I do it like that, mad you can't do it like this
Bitch I rep that M.I. state, plus my clique that FAME Gang
This a movement, more than music, we endure the same thang as you
So stop being a lame hating dude
Who wouldn't make a difference if it came down to him
So instead of bowing to em, i'd rather raise a fist
Viewing something similar to downtown, you know the fist
And if you don't bitch take a trip, and see that sign of power
Even through all of the violence we somehow still live inside
Some soldiers see us riding on the back of silver Lions
Shooting Pistons, Red Wing flying, in my mothafucking hometown!

[Hook]