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Off

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Off werd uitgebracht op 15 april 2016 door Bad Half Entertainment, Inc. (Royce Da 5'9) als onderdeel van het album Layers

Informatie over de song

Releasedatum15 april 2016

LabelBad Half Entertainment, Inc. (Royce Da 5'9)

TaalEnglish

Melodische kwaliteit

Akoestiek

Valence

Dansbaarheid

Energie

BPM91

OVERZICHT

SONGTEKSTEN

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

R. Montgomery

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Mr. Porter

Composer

D. Porter

Songwriter

R. Montgomery

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Mr. Porter

Producer

Ryan Highland

Engineer

Chris Beast

Engineer

I.V. Duncan

Engineer

Morning Estrada

Morning Estrada

Engineer

Mauricio Iragorri

Mauricio Iragorri

Mastering Engineer

Steve "Steve B" Baughman

Steve "Steve B" Baughman

Mastering Engineer

Songteksten

I'm signing off on this

On the same note as the ones, the treasury prints

With every intent to see **** dying off of it

I signed this only a couple years after the NBA signed Kobe

And he 'bout to retire

So if anybody see Don Einer, 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 eyeballing me

From a flying saucer

In my mind it's like a full clip

And my competition's 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&R's and execs was telling me that I'm not appealing

Tried to turn me into Nas, I'm not him but I forgive you

This is a Bob Marley, Bob Dylan 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 Godzilla these walls

My prime's no time near

I'll improvise 'til 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 to manage a shift at my day job too

I laid down rules

No gas station past 8 Mile, past 8 or late drive-thrus

Maxell tape, you play the whole B-side

You flip it over you hear the whole A-side too

Now we got iCloud and FaceTime

Basically to knock down the grapevine

Make way as the chaos ensues

**** saving ratchets calling themselves bosses but they not

They David Hasselhoff and they Baywatch

But I'm cool

Nowadays my life be lavish

Who I'm out with tonight it might be a model or it might be actress

She might be a ballerina, she might do plays

She might just like theatrics

She might be famous, I might just type her for bragging rights

She might get mad at the paparazzi for flashing cameras at her

As she covers her face with her arm as if she's dabbing

She might be dragging me to some more 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 nah, 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 Hamptons

I might lay her down gently, I might slam her

I might even fuck around and yell "Domino"

My soldiers sound off like you got a pair

I done real ****, I done lost a lot of friends over the years

I 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 and rap off to realize

Now how do I stop being underrated?

How do I get props like, let's say a Drake?

But I rap with the skillset of let's say a Black Thought or Hell's Eye

If Jay Elect can bag a Rothschild without an album

And 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 Truman shit

She started asking me to do shit like

Written by: Ryan Montgomery, Denaun Montez Porter

Voettekst Shazam

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