Out of Detroit - Kid Vishis, Royce 5'9

Straight out of Detroit, a crazy motherfucker named Vishis

Aiming for the richest though I come from the trenches

Son of a killer, get lead poison from the thriller

Bullets missed you, it’s cool

Cause it’ll still hit you nigga

I’m back, a black lone ranger, divine force

On my high horse, riding round looking for danger

Detroit mangler, I see Royce famous so I’m hungry

But keep the fame, I just want the money

Like 3 men in one, get your gun right now

If I verse the power to put your lights out

When I strike-out, lash-out, your ass out

How you going to war with royalty?

What your cash bout?

I came here to stomp you, till you bleed

I walked in wearing Jordans, red bottoms when I leave

Catch you in the club, and see it dumping

While your fist pumping

You cash your jewels bitch, run it

You hard when you rhyme boy

But your crew remind me of bitches in men’s clothes

Y’all a bunch of tom boys

Put your swag in a bag zip it up

Prolly trash, if you can spit

It still ain’t sick as us

Nigga trust I’m head hunting your pumpkin

But lead dumping and spread down to your legs

From aims nothing

Big bank take little bank

You’ll lose Morris Day stash

Couple extra grand in the shoes

You about to witness the natural maturation of Ryan

Taking it back to fat laces and iron

I am on an actual fact basis, spacing out on the track

Weight supplying

Be came a long way from niggas wanting me blown away

To after I’m gone wanting my bones donated to science

Predicting my own unpredictable fate

The same as the Mayans

I’m when you define great

Then continue to translate it to crime, uh

The ill pedigree, tell your ho chill

She gotta kneel before the «d» and then I let her see

And before I let her be

I drop her in the A, let her spree

She shopping till she fell asleep

As soon as the emblem on the Benz

Hit the hood tell her peace

Like Meta World, never let a girl

Like ?, better you instead of me

Now tell the feds the can alphabetically swallow a set of these

And that’s right, Vishis your boy protégé

Riding in the infamous Bentley and Porsche motorcade

Every chick you know is a ho, my boat stow away

Every goon I roll with’s a throw away four-four away

Y’all trying to teach, I’m tryna just win fuck pointers

I got enough ends to cut corners

Just join us, as I ride for status, my status on grind

Niggas who mind don’t matter

Who matter don’t mind