Kid Vishis, Royce da 5'9" - Go Off lyrics

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

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

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

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

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!