Lyrics Capital Murder - Savior Monroe

I need to leave here

I used to wanna be God's messenger vs everybody
Fuck a bidness, this a greater under pressure hobby
Fuck a dollar amount when it's bodies to count
Holler and I'll be the one to get you out of the drought
'Cus I keep a brick of dope in my written quotes
Enough to get a load coast to coast on the biggest boat
Body of work like the hoes in the centerfolds
Hustle, I don't play boy, money turning into gold
Detroit soldiers, a dummy get enlisted for
The army but our streets have you running from our city tropes
Talking guns, drugs, hoes, cars, bums, thugs
Art, soul, funds, old, east, west, joy rd
North end, HP, Southwest, don't go
Where you end and begin at, nigga won't know
So just stick to the script when you enter the strip
This is a tip, cus my city make yo city the bitch
And I'm still God like with an odd sight
In a dog fight I could kill you with a palm strike
Swag on the Don Lord got the Don nice
I could put up 45 on an off night
My cloth tight, these raw nikes and off white
D fitted got my D image looking all ice
So cold in the D, we the frost bite
Double up and double back if the cost right
We keep it trendy, the city where every penny
Is ended with getting litty, some henny or seeing titties
Niggas will catch you slipping, you eating, you see the envy
The trigger that got you dipping, and fleeing to leave the city
On yo ass if you coming to show disrespect
But if you breaking bread, splitting pros getting checks
We invite you to the murder capital
The murder mitten where you splitting capital or these niggas after you