Go Off

[Chorus: Kid Vishis] Yeah What up though? Yeah, lighters in the air, come on We gon' do this shit like Blade was alive Uh-huh, yeah We gon' do this shit like Proof was alive (Detroit respect) Uh-huh, yeah We gon' do this shit like Dilla was alive Uh-huh, yeah Yeah nigga, go off [Verse 1: Kid Vishis] Ain't nobody vicious as me, besides Nickel But nigga, a nigga nickel as me, my two of a kind self Call for help, catch a damn round You play 'round and this man down No sound on the damn ground Still don't give a fuck like the old Em You ain't got soul in your music cause you sold them I go off fate, I get to Heaven If they don't let me in I'mma pole vault the gate Waitin' patiently in your bushes, see you in claptois That poised, stomp you rap boys like the frat boys Wanna throw you suck up hoe, fuck you, fuck the flow You such a sucka duck, you duck into a uppercut I get such a rush, provin' y'all can't fuck with us Your movement is losin', I think it's time to pucker up Confusin' music with what you really doin' creates illusions The ganders of delusions, the grandeurs of accusin' you of being Swayed with the answers, mayday They ain't sayin' "grace to the Lord", but guess what, they pray And god blessin' all the dope rappers And I'm the future of this, yeah I'm a trap rapper Cause I bake rappers to diss so I can smack rappers, see Sound like a trap to me That's why I lead off hitters that be on Twitter To see y'all spittas and then tee off on niggas I'm a legend [Chorus: Kid Vishis] Yeah (You know legends never die, you know) Uh-huh, yeah (Especially when they got people) We gon' do this shit like Blade was alive (That'll keep that legacy going) Uh-huh, yeah (Real Detroit shit) We gon' do this shit like Proof was alive (Detroit respect) (Rest in peace) Uh-huh, yeah We gon' do this shit like Dilla was alive (we love you) (All the fallen soldiers) Uh-huh, yeah Yeah nigga, go off [Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"] Montgomery bitch, Montgomery bitch I knew ever since I was a youngin, I was gonna be rich If I make you niggas uncomfortable, stumpin' through the city Off on my lonely misery love company, come for me bitch I got my mind right, father, mom right I got my lemon squeezed back on my hip, I'm finally out the limelight Everybody tryna' catch up to me, maybe one day by the time might Until that day happens, I'm lookin' at that shit in hindsight Which is in fact 20/20, my competition is wack How can you race to make a run for the money when you actually come from the money? Lyrical silver spooners, my niggas is really soldiers, y'all niggas is Ricky Schroder I'm in the zone like Nate Robinson My guns is on the drone, they straight poppin' I'ma come kill you niggas with the floater I'm in the lowest, 'bout to roll up when it's snowin' Just to pull your car and let you know you dealin' with the coldest [Chorus: Kid Vishis] Yeah (You know legends never die, you know) Uh-huh, yeah (Especially when they got people) We gon' do this shit like Blade was alive (That'll keep that legacy going) Uh-huh, yeah (Real Detroit shit) We gon' do this shit like Proof was alive (Detroit respect) (Rest in peace) Uh-huh, yeah We gon' do this shit like Dilla was alive (we love you) (All the fallen soldiers) Uh-huh, yeah Yeah nigga, go off!