King Gordy Come With Me Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, journey with me…
To Detroit City…
The Eastside where it's gritty…
Hahahaha, come with me!
(Come with me, come with me, [?])
Yes! My name is King Gordy and this is Van Dyke & Harper Music, ahahaha
(Come with me, come with me, [?])
I hope y'all ready! I'm the king! Woo!

[Verse]
Give me a beat when I spit it I'ma rip it to pieces
I'm iller than Jesus would be if he was an emcee (Woo)
If it's beef I jump out with two 'kays
And shoot straight at you and you and your roommate for two days (Aha!)
A phenomenal feature popping your speakers
Might be rocking a theater or robbing your cleaners
I'm knocking the streets up, impregnating the block
I run out and re-up, then I'm segrating my rocks
From my heroin, my heroin is racist to my weed
Never keep 'em 'round each other 'less you want to be a fiend (Uh) See I keep me a stack, yours all in the bank
That you call it a "trap", I call it a "Jake"
I'm from Detroit City where the D-Boys are gritty
Gotta keep more than a twenty if you wanna see some titties
I pitty any nigga who's not gettin' his money quickly
Went from white tees and Dickies to nice rings and Bentleys
So, uh, journey with me back to the late nineties
Before the horns was up and I was straight grinding
Before I was a rockstar, used to sell rocks hard
(Eat up) Coney Islands every day, that's how I got large
Breakin' in my boys crib stealin' appliances
I'm ringin' through fields with TV's, I ain't lyin' man (Hahahaha!)
I was a scurvy fat nigga who gangbanged
Our hood was chain gang and we was the NBA's
[Outro]
This is Van Dyke & Harper Music! Let's go!