Kid Vishis - Straight out of Detroit lyrics

[Verse 1: Kid Vishis] Straight out of Detroit, a crazy motherf**er named Vishis Aiming for the richest though I come from the trenches Son of a k**er, get lead poison from the thriller Bullets missed you, it's cool Cause it'll still hit you n***a 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 a** 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 j**els b**h, run it You hard when you rhyme boy But your crew remind me of b**hes 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 n***a 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 [Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"] 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 n***as 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 f** pointers I got enough ends to cut corners Just join us, as I ride for status, my status on grind n***as who mind don't matter Who matter don't mind