Correction Lyrics Thou Shall by Royce Da 5’9”

Featuring(s) : Ft. Kid Vishis

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[Royce da 5'9"]
Thou shall not fuck with Detroit me
Never on a ??? Ford truck or a pair of them gator Maureys
Please hold your applause for these parables and stories

Give all praise to Allah, to God be the glory
My poppa raised me like I'm a dog with rabies
Planned to hide the ??? in a dropped Mercedes
Ridin' with chopper daily
Pupils dilated like I'm side a baby
Nozzle on that gun larger than the one on that Gaga lady
Play with my time like I'm a playful don
My arm comes out my car, my window down like I'm tryna borrow some grey poupon
First these bitches love it then they hate it then they hate to love it
I'm straight with publishin' I don't care if the radio stations stubborn
Y'all hate us busters, I'm David Ruffin
It'll take me nothin' to put your life on a dollar menu right there by the Egg McMuffin
While these boys order shots, snortin' rocks, importin' thots

I'm floatin' with 40 knots to the bag like I'm a border cop
Any artist in hip-hop fuck with Nickel stock sure to drop
Especially if he Russel Wilson, good guy, sorta pop
You sure to die, Paul Bearer's ??? flowers, he's mortified
Me and Porter got the same Stan power that hoarders got
Whoever Superman I got kryptonite in these hands
But I'd rather Superman, leave you liquified with these cans
I don't care if you rap niggas is trendin', topic is shit ??? garbage
You couldn't make a classic out of that trash if you had Brenda drop it
You at the rental car spot enterprise while I'm enterprisin'

I don't cop my whiff but I'll cop my rims and a body kit and my ???
??? says I'll probably get to window shoppin'

Alright we're gonna try a new sound

[Kid Vishis]
Uh, yeah, yeah
Say goodbye to the good guy
I hot boxed on your block and I got the whole hood high
You know who all the dead niggas is, they tryna look live
Instagram post bank accounts ???
Your favorite rappers sweet, you look up to geeks
I wanna flip the world upside down and make all you niggas look up to the streets
I don't believe none of you frail niggas

A man should never be described as petite
I don't wait for this war, I'm on some now shit
Leave your momma prayin' over beef, I ??? shit
All these foul sounds goin' 'round and y'all allow it
No skill required, the game's overcrowded
So when the rapper say he can spit now, I doubt it
You can listen to Future but just know who the now is
I get to share a stage with Nickel, now that's crazy
We on tour with Eminem, baby, that's Shady
Room full of naked chick surrounded by pussy
'Cause I rap amazin', you at the crib hatin'
With your kittens, lookin' like the weird cat lady
Trippin' watchin X-vids while I'm with you ex-bitch

'Til I'm restless
Don't want me to send goons to investigate they faux niggas
And believe me, it's hard to find a coffin that's ???
When goin' to the special place
Say an extra grace, black men in America ain't just slaves
Long as the queen don't need nothin' for ???
While I'm still buildin' credit outta debt
I know where I'm headed
I don't need a reverand
Royce gave me access to the lab, I got the key to Heaven

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