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!