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OFF THE MAP
Hip-Hop/Rap
OFF THE MAP werd uitgebracht op 24 april 2026 door SOLIDBOY Records als onderdeel van het album BOY MEETS WORLD
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Releasedatum24 april 2026
LabelSOLIDBOY Records
TaalEnglish
Melodische kwaliteit
Akoestiek
Valence
Dansbaarheid
Energie
BPM78

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
SolidBoy
SolidBoy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cahvon Laquese Campbell
Cahvon Laquese Campbell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SolidBoy
SolidBoy
Producer

Songteksten

Aye!
Aye!
You know what the fuck going on, ****
I done doubled what I made, they can't tell me nothing
I'm out the way for pape, don't see my face you know my number
I got Franklins in a duffle, just saving for the summer
They gone hate, just let 'em hate
Long as I'm paid, ****, fuck 'em
Go off the map for months, I'm spending cheese with my lil' brother
This hustle like my lover, bitch, I'm grinding like I'm fucking
Extended stay to make my plays, we was known to get it bussing
These **** known for bluffing, ain't ever been known for money
They like"Boy, you on to something!"
He think we owe him something
Got his hand out like the junkies, shit, I thought he was blowed or something
Bro got ARP, it's X-Rated, tits hanging out
Quick to slide and fuck 'em up, I'll leave your shit hanging out, bitch
Won't be long before I make it
We was up in granny basement
Now we tripping state-to-state, long way from The 9, ain't it?
If I don't drop the pape, this bitch act a crybaby
Cuz tripping, twisting fingers like it's fucking sign language
This shit tripled up, I'm counting up on times tables
Brody dropped in with the pints, he got a script from Aunt Mabel
It's fine maple, riding 'round with shit that fuck around and rearrange you
To a angel, 'cuz I'm angry and I'm dangerous with this laser but no aiming
I explain the way I gain but you a lame so you ain't changing
I know **** going broke fighting cases
But don't know **** that done told on a state bid
Keep my circle small 'cuz **** frauds, I be alert
Went to grab the steak but probably have your Mrs. for dessert
They was sleep, now they waking up, wasn't feeling me at first
Lord knows I been cautious, feel that enemy at work but fuck 'em
Fuck it, text me when you coming
This pack it smell like onion
I'm at coney with this drank, poured a six with Paul Bunyan
**** slide? I'ma torch his OG's, this y'all youngin
Know we sacrifice for life, some hate the grind but shit, I love it
I done doubled what I made, they can't tell me nothing
I'm out the way for pape, don't see my face you know my number
I got Franklins in a duffle, just saving for the summer
They gone hate, just let 'em hate
Long as I'm paid, ****, fuck 'em
Go off the map for months, I'm spending cheese with my lil' brother
This hustle like my lover, bitch, I'm grinding like I'm fucking
Extended stay to make my plays, we was known to get it bussing
These **** known for bluffing, ain't ever been known for money
Written by: Cahvon Laquese Campbell
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