The Dedication

What up, doe

Detroit

The new home of the greatest

I'm in my D hat, D hat, D hat, D hat

I'm in my D hat

And it's a blue fitted

You gettin' money

But you don't know what to do with it

I know I'm gettin'

Don't know if you with it

This is dedicated to the few

Who be like, "Who did it?"

You took a step forward

You need to step back

'Cause in a puddle of blood

Is where you're left at

You see, Detroit is Beirut

Chicago's Iraq

America is a war zone

I'm just statin' the facts

People wanna hold hands

And lines and protest

Niggas still gettin' shot in the street

With no vest

Donald Trump is the President

Now you're so stressed

But I'm high for the next four years

Like, "Oh yes!"

Who gives a fuck less

About a tax write-off

Won't stop Edison from cuttin' my lights off

Won't stop terrorists

Or their suicide bombin'

We don't wanna die

I think we all got that in common

To be silent in these times is a crime

And you got a voice

But when you open up your mouth

You sound ignorant by choice

Do you believe in God

And God did not believe in

My religion is reality

The Garden of Eden

If you a celebrity up to bat

You know you struck out

Said you was movin' out of America

Get the fuck out

We don't need your coward ass around here

'Cause this the Home of the Brave

No fear

I swear

This'll be my year

So I need you to lend me your ear

I got a little somethin' that you all should hear

Love trumps hate

Let's get things clear

You can hate me because my skin color

But you just hatin' yourself

Because we still brothers

And the Statue of Liberty's freedoms real mother

She taught us all empathy

So we could feel others

I was inspired to write this when the polls closed

It's like your soul's closed

God left us, and the store's closed

I'm from Detroit

Don't know if you get it

We be like, "What up, doe?"

We chasin' after new digits

Industry haters

And we know only a few with it

But we gonna keep puttin' it down

Until you do get it

I'm on my D shit

3-1-3 shit

That's how it be shit

Godlike, so you know I love that G shit

I wish it was different on the streets

But it's not

So stay out your political feelings

'Fore you get shot

We all know we're livin' in Hell

'Cause it's hot

The wicked gettin' arrested

Wicketshit will never stop

I'm in my D hat

And it's a blue fitted

You gettin' money

But you don't know what to do with it

I know I'm with it

Don't know if you with it

This is dedicated to the few

Who be like, "Who did it?"

Who did it better

Who did it worse

Who did it first

Who did it the best

And put the game in a hearse

Who did it for the Rap God

And lifted the curse

Now lets take hip hop back to the birth

Back to the Earth

Back to your lessons

I think it's time for true confessions

Fraudulent, phony fools fear the fatal freestyle

This goes out to every man, woman, and child

And I'm straight off 7 Mile

Boomin' Words From Hell

But it's a Heaven style