Kid Vishis - Straight Out Of Detroit текст песни

Straight out of detroit, a crazy motherfucker named vishis
Aiming for the riches though I come from the trenches
Son of a killer, get mad poison from the thriller
Bullets missed you, it's cool
Cause it'll still hit you nigga
I'm back, a black lone ranger, define 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 I lash out your ass out
How you going to war with royalty what you 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, I see you dumpin
While your fist pumping
You cash your jewels bitch, running
You hard when you rhyme boy
But your crew remind me of bitches in men's clothes
Y'all a bunch of tomboys
Put your swag in a bag zip it up
Prolly trash, if you can spit
And still ain't sick as us
Niggas try us I'm head hunting your pumpkin
But led dumpin and spread down to your legs
From aims nothing
Big bank take little bank
You will lose, Morris Day stash
Couple extra grand in his shoes

You about to witness the natural immaturation of Ryan

Taking it back with fat laces and iron
I am on an actual fact basis, spacing out on the track
Wait to plying
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
And when you define great
They continue to translate it to crime, ah
The ill pedigree, tell your hoe chill
She gotta kneel before the D and then I let her C
And before I let her B
I drop her in the A, let her spree
She shoppin till she fell asleep
As soon as the emblem on the benz
Set the hood tell her peace
Like met the world, never met a girl
Like anian deloreace, better you instead of me
Now tell the feds, they can alphabetically swallow a set of these
And that's right, Vishis your boy protege
Riding in the infamous bentley and porsche motorcade
Every chick you know is a hoe, my boat store away
Every goon I roll with to throw away for a 4 way
Y'all tryina teach, I'm tryina 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.


Thanks to Andy Forbes for correcting these lyrics