Go Off (feat. Royce 5-9)

Uh, uh, yeah

Uh-huh, yeah

We gon' do this shit like Blade was alive

Uh-huh, yeah

We gon' do this shit like Proof was alive

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We gon' do this shit like Dilla was alive

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Yeah, ****, go off

Ain't nobody vicious as me, besides Nickel

But, ****, Nickel is me, my two of a kind self

Call for help, catch a damn round

You play 'round and this man down

No sound on the damn ground

Still don't give a fuck like the old Em

You ain't got soul in your music because you sold them

I go off fate, I get to Heaven

If the don't let me in, I'ma pole vault the gate

Waitin' patiently in your bushes, see you in claptois

That poised, stomp you rap boys like some frat boys

Wanna throw you suck-up ho, fuck you, fucked the flow

You such a sucka duck, you ducked into a uppercut

I get such a rush provin' y'all can't fuck with us

Your movement is losin', I think it's time to pucker up

Confusin' music with what you're really doin' creates illusions

To gander at your delusions, the grandeur accusin' you

Of bein' swayed with the answers, mayday

They ain't sayin' grace to the Lord

But guess what? They pray

And God blessin' all the dope rappers

And I'm the future of this, yeah, I'm a trap rapper

'Cause I bake rappers to diss so I can smack rappers

See, sound like a trap to me

That's why I lead off hitters that be off Twitter

To see y'all spitters and then tee off on ****

I'm a legend

Uh, uh, yeah

Uh-huh, yeah

We gon' do this shit like Blade was alive

Uh-huh, yeah

We gon' do this shit like Proof was alive

Uh-huh, yeah

We gon' do this shit like Dilla was alive

Uh-huh, yeah

Yeah, ****, go off

Montgomery, bitch, Montgomery, bitch

I knew ever since I was a youngin I was gonna be rich

If I make you **** uncomfortable stompin' through the city

All by my lonely, misery love company, come for me, bitch

I got my mind right, father, mom right

I got my lemon squeeze back on my hip

I'm finally out the limelight

Everybody tryna catch up to me

Maybe one day Father Time might

Until that day happens, I'm lookin' at that shit in hindsight

Which is in fact 20/20, my competition is wack

How could you race to make a run for the money

When you actually come from the money?

Lyrical silver spooners, my **** is really soldiers

Y'all **** is Ricky Schroder

I'm in the zone like Nate Robinson

My guns is on the drone, they straight poppin'

I'ma come kill you **** with the floater

I'm in the Lotus 'bout to roll up when it's snowin'

Just to pull your car then let you know you dealin' with the coldest

Uh, uh, yeah

Uh-huh, yeah

We gon' do this shit like Blade was alive

Uh-huh, yeah

We gon' do this shit like Proof was alive

Uh-huh, yeah

We gon' do this shit like Dilla was alive

Uh-huh, yeah

Yeah, ****, go off