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Let's rock
Lemme talk shit my again
Im in my city (Bitch)
Ypsilanti, Michigan
We getting litty (Yeah)
Imma small town hero
Don't need no pity (Ha)

one nauseous
And freeze
Just let it breathe
I'm sorry for intruding
But honestly it's me
I don't have no one in Ypsilanti
I don't have no one in

Oh Ypsilanti, It's so good to be back home
Oh Ypsilanti, I feel right where I belong

she a waitress st follies 
All her friends tryna throw me vagina 
No cap just let me be honest 
Ypsilanti 
I remember a time when 
Me Des Alex Spikes

from the mitten
Ypsilanti livin'
Think again if you get to a place where you feel like you know me
I might change up the digits on niggas I feel like I’m

a chick in Ypsilanti, you know I'll never call her
Once I upgrade to my private jet from this charter, holla

I need it so real real real
Something I can

playing dress up
Won't ever let up
I'm an Ypsilanti repper, you know I'm next up
Niggas thought I lost, but I'm only getting better
Northfaces keep me warm

a Ypsilanti alien
Cause I've ain't never been in any environments they could play me in
Aint part of no cliques or no gangs that they ever say he's in
But they

Chamle-on, sippin' dark liquor
Vigorous path of a vigilante, interrupted when found by the side of the road in Ypsilanti
Cash mishandled and misappropriated,

Ypsilanti
You the the type to hate for no reason, you a fan to me
Freak hoe
Give her back to streets, that's the cheat code
I make it easy when I ball, like

Ypsilanti, don't feel too old
But this rain don't make it any better
The rain don't make it any better
Damn these clouds for making me gray
And this

a chic wit ass
Grasping all finances Plus my diamonds always dancing 
Gram for gram my only Grammy
Might just slide thru Ypsilanti

as hell
I had to tint the Chally
Opps soft as hell from the
City down to Ypsilanti
If I'm lying, bitch, I'm flying
I'm still ten toes i just scored six

On telegraph with the scope
Can hit a opp in Ypsilanti
Scored sixty out in New York
Told the Knicks to draft me
Two hundred dollar sea food
Finna make a mess

a Titanic
Itching in store with that fire
I'm a swipe addict
Jam, slide, and disappear
It's just like magic
Huh, jugging hams out of Ypsilanti
Upped a twenty