Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
East side, west side
Whole city on my back (huh)
Look
[Verse 1]
White boy from the D, still rugged in the flesh
Grew up where the snow turned gray in the steps
Mama had the heat on high, still we felt the stress
Coupons on the fridge, ramen noodles, nothing left
I was skipping out the church, kicking rocks up on McGraw
Uncle taught me how to spot a fake from how he talk
Teacher said I wouldn’t be a thing, that’s what I recall
Now I’m counting up the bands, same hoodie in the mall (yeah)
They ain’t really from the city, they just using it for clout
I was really catching DDOT, freezing, had to wait it out
Same kid, same jeans, just the pockets different now
Still a “how you doin’ ma’am,” while I’m walking in and out
[Chorus]
White boy from Detroit, standing on business
Came up out the dirty snow, still I stayed in it
Never tried to be ‘em, I’m just me, that’s the difference (that’s me)
Ten toes down, where I’m from is in the sentence
White boy from Detroit, standing on business
Handshakes firm, look ‘em in the eye, that’s commitment
Whole block know, I don’t talk, I just live it
I remember where I’m from every time that I spend it (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Granddad lunch pail, steel toes by the door
He was clocking in the plant ‘fore they tore down the floor
Told me “never fake your face, son, they’ll see who you are”
So I kept the accent sharp, ate the coneys in the car
Yeah, I’m in the foreign now, but I still hit the Coney
Same booth, chili cheese, still praying for the homies (facts)
They was popping fake tough, now they moving like they know me
But they never seen the winter when the rent money low-key
They ain’t never had to shovel out the driveway for a ten
Frostbite hands, then you flip it on a play again
I was broke but I still gave half to my friend
Now the circle still small, same faces in the Benz (skrrt)
[Chorus]
White boy from Detroit, standing on business
Came up out the dirty snow, still I stayed in it
Never tried to be ‘em, I’m just me, that’s the difference (that’s me)
Ten toes down, where I’m from is in the sentence
White boy from Detroit, standing on business
Handshakes firm, look ‘em in the eye, that’s commitment
Whole block know, I don’t talk, I just live it
I remember where I’m from every time that I spend it (every time)
[Bridge]
Same brick houses, same chain-link fences
Same cold wind cutting through my mentions (brr)
They can doubt me, I just mind my section
From the D, from the D, that’s the whole confession
[Chorus]
White boy from Detroit, standing on business
Came up out the dirty snow, still I stayed in it
Never tried to be ‘em, I’m just me, that’s the difference
Ten toes down, where I’m from is in the sentence
White boy from Detroit, standing on business
Handshakes firm, look ‘em in the eye, that’s commitment
Whole block know, I don’t talk, I just live it
I remember where I’m from every time that I spend it (yeah)
Style
rapdetroit trap beat with rattlingoff-kilter hi-hats and menacing low-end; male vocals half-spokenhalf-snappedlaid back but cocky. verses tight and punchyspace for ad-libs; hook explodes with stacked gang vocals on key phrases. occasional eerie synth stabs and filtered 808 drops to highlight punchlines and transitions.
Prompt
Make a rap trap song in a Detroit style, wrapping up out being a white boy from Detroit. Standing on business, but stay in true to who I am and where I came from, rap, trap
Credits
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Jesse_Halsey
Jesse_HalseyGeneratedFeb 16, 2026
ModelAria v5
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