Off The Grid
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Off The Grid fue lanzado el 29 de agosto de 2021 por Rock The World/IDJ/Kanye LP7 como parte del álbum Donda
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Video musical
Video musical
Créditos
Artistas intérpretes
Kanye West
Voces
Fivio Foreign
Voces
Playboi Carti
Voces
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Kanye West
Autoría
Jordan Carter
Autoría
Raul Cubina
Autoría
Maxie Lee Ryles III
Autoría
Samuel Gloade
Autoría
David Ruoff
Autoría
Elias Klughammer
Autoría
Eric Sloan
Autoría
Aswad Asif
Autoría
Billy Walsh
Autoría
Malik Yusef
Autoría
Cydel Young
Autoría
Orlando Wilder
Autoría
Tobias Smith
Autoría
Mark "Oji" Williams
Autoría
Producción e ingeniería
Kanye West
Producción
30 Roc
Producción
AyoAA
Producción
David & Eli
Coproducción
Ojivolta
Producción
Sloane
Coproducción
Louis Bell
Ingeniería de edición
Josh Berg
Ingeniería de grabación
Mikalai Skrobat
Ingeniería de grabación
Will Chason
Ingeniería de grabación
Alejandro Rodriguez-Dawson
Ingeniería de grabación
Lorenzo Wolff
Ingeniería de grabación
Drrique Rendeer
Ingeniería de grabación
James Kelso
Ingeniería de grabación
Patrick Hundley
Ingeniería de edición
Roark Bailey
Ingeniería de grabación
MIKE DEAN
Ingeniería de mezcla
Irko
Ingeniería de mezcla
Letra
[Intro]
What?
Yeah
Boy
What?
[Chorus]
We off the grid, grid, grid
This for my kid, kid, kid
For when my kid, kid, kids have kids
Everything we did for the crib
[Chorus]
Everything we did, how we live (What?)
All this smoke got a scent
All that smoke kept a scent (What?)
Everything I spoke, what I meant (Ah)
Never disguise my intent, lines outside the event
Brought my life out the trench
[Chorus]
God, thank God, look what He did, did, did, did, did, did
We off the grid, grid, grid, grid, grid (Aye)
What?
We off the grid, grid, grid, grid
[Verse 1]
I'm off the grid
Homixide, Homixide, what?
Got tats on my ribs (Ah), tattoos on my ribs (What?)
I just tatted to my kid, Onyx (Slatt)
I just threw twenty, count it, we was at Onyx (Ah, what?)
I just bought me some brand new clothes, Dover Street Market (Givenchy)
Aye, we just took a route to Charlotte (Yeah, ah, what? Yeah)
I'm in a Rolls-Royce **** on—what you call it? (Yeah, yeah)
I light a opp blunt and let your **** try it (Ah)
Uh, them off the grid, I'm on a **** diet (What?)
[Chorus]
We off the grid, grid, grid
This for my kid, kid, kid, kid
Everything we did for the crib did here
Flexin' with the business trip
Going cray, take some G6
Lit, lit, '76
He spit this
We off the grid, grid, grid
[Verse 2]
Yeah, look, when I was in jail, I was lowkey (Uh)
Shout out to supporters that wrote me
Eat food, work out, and then go sleep
You know I'm prayin', He carryin' both feet (Yeah)
**** know we got God with us
Got God with us
You look at me and see a God figure (Uh)
And when I start vibin', I know that He with me, and I'ma always catch a hard shiver (Uh)
I know it's demons in that dark liquor (Uh)
We buy a bottle and squash with ya (Uh)
Everybody turn into a harsh ****
But my pockets bigger and my heart richer (Uh)
My mind smarter, my grind harder and my car (Skrrt) quicker (Skrrt)
I met her in church, she pray for me
She my Godsister
Godsister
[Verse 3]
Yeah, I'm only trustin' the people I keep close
**** sellin' they soul for a repost
Remember when I was broke, wearin' cheap coats
Now it's diamonds and houses and C notes (Uh)
****, I'm feelin' marvelous (I'm feelin' marvelous)
Who let the monster loose? (Who let the monster loose?)
They call me a product of my environment (Uh)
I tell them, "Nah, I'm what God produced" (Baow)
Defense good, and them guards can shoot (Baow)
I put 'em on you, it get hard to move
Tattoo in my face is the mark of truth
Gotta watch what you say when they market you (Huh)
[Verse 4]
I already predicted this, huh
I already predicted this
Y'all only witnessed it
Y'all only witnessed it
Look, got a couple old friends that I'm not really clickin' with
I know they pray that we settle our differences
I pray that they lower all my **** sentences
I got some demons I'm not even dealin' with
They in they feelings, I'm not really feelin' it
I know some members that gave back they membership
****, you switched up, huh, like how you not feelin' me?
Look, I act like I care, but I don't really care
Now I live in a new buildin' with amenities
I got a new ceilin' with a chimney
I got a few **** wanna finish me
I don't get too friendly with the enemy
[Verse 5]
You gotta move different when you in the industry, woo, yeah
You gotta move different when you in the industry, huh
You gotta move different when you in the, look
God blessed me with amazing grace (Uh)
She fell in love with my day to day (Uh)
I just want my problems to fade away (Uh)
Man, I'm tired of ****, I need Gatorade
Boy, I got on my feet, and I made a name
And I made it a necklace, huh
When you from the bottom and you workin' hard
Just to get the top, then they gotta respect it
If you got a voice, then you gotta project
If you got a wrong, then you gotta correct
If you got a name, you gotta protect it
If you give me shock, then you gotta electric
Tryna live a new life, so I got a new plan that I gotta finesse with (Look, yeah)
'Cause they want me to lose, they ain't part of the Woos
I be tryin' so hard not to move reckless
[Chorus]
We off the grid, grid, grid
This for my kid, kid, kid, kid
Everything we did for the crib did here
Flexin' with the business trip
Going cray, take some G6
Lit, lit, '76
[Chorus]
He split lids, then ask for shade, tsk, tsk, tsk
Take a strip trip, trip, this, this
This, this, this, this
You on still list, list, list
I'm off the grid, grid, grid, grid
Off the grid, grid, grid, grid
[Verse 6]
First it go viral, then they get digital
Then they get critical, no, I'm not doin' no interview
Mask on my face, you can't see what I finna do
Had to move away from people that's miserable
Don't wanna link you, I ain't finna sit with you
Ain't finna talk to you, ain't finna get with you
Don't get me mad 'cause I don't wanna injure you
She put my paintings inside of her living room
Look at the problems and issues I'm livin' through
They tryna drown me, I rise to my pinnacle
Walked through the block like the neighborhood general
Draw me the low and then that's what I send it to
I was forgettin' you, now I remember, now I remember
Did what I want, and I say what I want
And I thought you was with me like how you get sensitive?
I got this God power, that's my leverages
I got this holy water, that's my beverages
I gotta help myself out of selfishness
I just bought a floor out of Selfridges
I gotta make sure they know who they messin' with
I gotta tell 'em sorry, they too delicate
I gotta stay with God, where the blessings is
I ain't deliverin' heavenly messages just for the hell of it
[Verse 7]
Don't try to test me, I keep it clean, but it can get messy
I talk to God every day, that's my bestie
They playin' soccer in my backyard, I think I see Messi
And this money could never neglect me
I pray that my family, they never resent me
And she fell in love with me as soon she met me
We both got a bag, but my bag is more heavy
We had to stop counting, it's getting too petty
You not a real stepper, you can't overstep me
Just sit back and listen and watch how He bless me
He wait till I fall and then pull up and catch me
Your check is too small, you can't run up and check me
Nah, nah, I get 'em fast, see
You feel a way then go pull up and get me
Might do somethin' wild if I feel like you press me
Nah, I get 'em fast, see
You feel a way, then go pull up and get me
Might do somethin' wild if I feel like you press me
[Chorus]
We off the grid, grid, grid
This for my kid, kid, kid
For when my kid, kid, kids have kids
Everything we did for the crib
[Chorus]
Pray for what folks them did
Only thing we pray God forgive-give-give
May God forbid-bid-bid
He hit one of the kid, kid, kids
Took off His list, list, list
Look what they did, did, did
Pray for the crib, crib, crib
[Outro]
Some say A-A-Adam could never be bla-a-ack
'Cause a black man'll never share his rib, rib, rib, rib, rib, rib
Written by: Aswad Asif, Billy Walsh, Cydel Young, David Ruoff, Elias Klughammer, Eric Sloan, Jordan Carter, Kanye West, Malik Yusef, Mark Williams, Maxie Lee Ryles III, Orlando Wilder, Raul Cubina, Samuel Gloade, Tobias Smith


