Trackstar The DJ - The Execution lyrics

[Intro: Royce da 5'9"] And I need someone to believe in, someone to trust I need some to believe in, someone to trust You know we goin' in right? [Verse 1: Kid Vishis] The prince really, sold it out this fourth letter on my head Or tattered on my hand, the D is in me You can pretend B but contend with any For good times I burn my minds like the momma opinion, ah And I put on for my city Detroit Me, Royce on tequila you can keep your whiskey Our pockets never empty cause we rock shows consistently I'm the sh** fool now you will get a whiff from me I am a rhyming fine tune machine therefore I'm steps ahead of your thoughts as a human being I remember when n***as used to hate on the king Now they admit its his time and he doing his thing Yeah, lost Proof, lost Blade, so every D mc that's beefin is all slaves We all remember days in life when the pain came the type of way That made you pray at night, ah (Detroit) [Royce da 5'9"] Yeah, and we gotta shout out all the motherf**ers Who instrumental in Detroit hip hop D-Twizzy, my n***a Obie, my n***a Elzhi Motherf**en Black Milk, Guilty Simpson, Marv One, let's do this [Verse 2: Kid Vishis] Say the wrong sh** to the right n***a The right hit you or the bullets coming straight down the pipe just like a picture Rock City, change the name to Glock city Pop pop that's the reason why if you not with me You out scrapping a pound, clapping you a down Cramping them bullets is bloods**ers they bout that They Count Drac' the soundtrack to the now You clown wack and I'm back with a round hat My crown bow down or get attacked, strap like velcro, hell no Fireballs hit you, there's no way to go to hell slow The things I'm saying they name me Damien and you the Damon Wayons The game funny for fame sh**, your main dame is shameless She'a take it through the mouth, p**y hole or an*s Thinking she gonna get famous, haha That's dangerous, jelousy is for weak motherf**ers, is the D motherf**ers [Royce da 5'9"] Yeah, that just happen, hahahaha And that's the victory laugh, hahahaha Winning!! I'm on my Charlie Sheen sh** right now n***a Getting a whole bunch of money, I'm k**ing you b**h n***as with kindness, goodbye And go somewhere were its f**in, sniffle, haha f**ing lame [Verse 3: Royce da 5'9"] Yeah, you talking to Ryan, let me tell you how awesome I am I slap a f*ggot with bad acne with a waffle iron You can catch me dissing who and never get caught replying It ain't a toss up I just chalk you and toss the iron I merge together walking and flying All from buying more Gucci than a waffle cone tatted under an artist I am I am not dissing, I just got b**hes that are the top pickins The reason why these celebrity n***as get caught with their pants down Crotch picking, that's not hot n***as! Since "Writer's Block" drop hip hop's in silent style Cause without a doubt, I'm the hardest n***a this rhyming out And I'm crime about when its drama the nine is out You gonna see more running and stretchin than what goes on inside a common's house Haha, I got bars n***a, and I don't f** with you Signing out sincerely, the f**ing Gucc, haha [Outro: Royce da 5'9"] Yeah, that just happened, that just literally happened Shout out my n***a Trick-Trick the OG, my n***a Shady, my n***a Wine This is the Bar4Bar Mixtape by the way, Kid Vishis I'm just representing money I mean literally, literally, representing money, haha God damn man, I do this victory laugh so much man Ha, Shady Records n***a! Gracie pride n***a I feel bulletproof today, today Prolly cause I spit with the illest k**ers in the business As a matter of fact I'm getting in the booth with the GOAT in the morning Who the f** ya n***as rapping with though? Whats up with ya'l movement though?, haha This the 2.0 boys year n***as, 2.0 boys n***a Ah this sh** is black history I'm out of here, Im'm tired of this sh**