Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Off, artist - Royce 5'9. Date of issue: 14.04.2016
Song language: English
Off |
| I’m signing off on this |
| On the same ones the treasury prints |
| With every intent to see niggas dying off of it |
| I signed to Sony |
| A couple of years after the NBA signed Kobe |
| And he about to retire |
| So if anybody see Don Lenner |
| Make sure you tell him I ain’t lost it yet |
| Somebody tell Tom Silverman «Hi"for me |
| Look in the sky there’s a fly sorcerer |
| Eye-balling me from of a flying saucer |
| And my mind is like a full clip |
| And my competitions' magazines are running low |
| Like the Source and Vibe offices |
| Since '99, Hip-Hop been like my orphanage |
| Got dropped a lot |
| But every time I signed I got a million |
| A&Rs and exec’s were telling me I’m not appealing |
| Try to turn me into Nas, I’m not him but I forgive you |
| This is a Boy Marley |
| Bob Dillon spiritual vibe that I’m feeling |
| These scars are time healing |
| Clearly you lost |
| You tried to put me in a box-how dare you |
| Try to minimize a lyrical God? |
| I’ll godzilla these walls |
| My prime’s no time near |
| I’ll improvise till my ceilings |
| Get wizard of Oz |
| I’m the illest alive |
| I’m the rose that rose |
| From the concrete with the thorn |
| And when I’m gone I shall live in a vase |
| Me and Porter just handling business |
| Boy we came a long way from blasting cannons |
| And having to throw 'em in trash cans |
| Dismantling shipments |
| I had the manager shift at my day job too |
| I laid down rules |
| No gas station past 8 mile |
| Past eight or late drive-throughs |
| Maxwell tap, you play the whole B side |
| You flip it over and hear the whole A side too |
| Now we got iCloud and FaceTime basically |
| To knock down the grape vine |
| Make way as the chaos ensues |
| Niggas safe and ratchet calling themselves bosses |
| But they not |
| They David Hasselhoff |
| And they bay watch |
| But I’m cool |
| Nowadays my life be lavish |
| Who I’m out with tonight |
| It might be a model or |
| Might be an actress |
| She might be a ballerina |
| She might do plays |
| She might just like theatrics |
| She might be famous |
| I must just pipe her for bragging rights |
| She might get mad at the paparazzi |
| For flashing cameras at her ass |
| As she covers her face |
| As if she’s dabbing |
| She might be dragging |
| Meet at some uptight fashion show somewhere |
| Where people like Madonna and Bono go |
| I might take one look up and down at the clothes |
| And say, «Hell no, It’s time to go.» |
| Come on it’s time to go |
| I might fuck her on the kitchen table |
| At her crib in the H&tons |
| I might lay her down gently |
| I might slam her |
| I might even fuck around and yell domino |
| I soldiers sound off like «you got a pair.» |
| I’m a real nigga |
| I done lost a lot of friends over the years |
| I’ve been losing a lot of hair |
| Been told that I’m out my mind |
| But if you only knew what was inside it |
| You too would choose to stay out of there |
| I take my hats off to the addicts |
| Going through something tragic in their lives |
| Shit even I backed off the madness |
| I had to take some time off the rap and realize |
| Now how do I stop being underrated? |
| How do I get props like, let’s say, a Drake? |
| But I rap with the skill set of let’s say |
| A Black Thought or an Elhzi |
| If Jay Elec can bag a Rothschild without an album then I can come back to rap |
| after doing some jail time |
| No one cares about sales now |
| They care about Facebook status |
| It’s all about gadgets and getting fatter than hell |
| And consuming shit like them Patti LaBelle pies |
| Like lunatics, speaking of, I knew this chick |
| Who used to just be happy to make it out the hood to see me |
| Then she got on some fucking shit |
| She’s starting asking me to do some shit… |
| (Record fades to close) |