Album Name

FATHER OF 4

Artist

Offset

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2019.02.22

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

Woo
I'm a maniac go crazy
for the cash hey brazy
Green Lamborghini
paper tags skrt
Ridin' through the city
thirty mags brrt bow
Niggas snitchin'
they the police with no badge
woo woo woo
How I grew up
my momma was my dad
Momma huh
So when I blew up
I put her in a pad mansion
I like to throw up
when I think about the crash
ugh ugh
Not playin'
when I hit the tree
I smell the gas hey hey
Lookin' at the sky
think about my past sky
When I used to kick a door
shoot you for the cash
boot boot boot
Everybody hit the floor 'fore
you make me mad floor
Devil had a nigga soul livin'
too fast Soul
Prayin' to the Lord
my soul to keep keep
Controllin' me me
take a hold of me hold
Bitches ain't shit
got exposed by E 'sposed
So naive
cold in the streets streets
Sleep on my feet feet
Money turn homies to zombies
they eat zombies
Miss my grandma
she was humble
and sweet grandma
I don't speak let the check
talk for me check woo
I can't sleep 'less the TEC
in my reach TEC
Hit the dope make me choke
make me wheeze choke
Sip the dope
help the pain at ease hey
Tryna get the money
'fore it clean it was dirty dirty
Playin' football
hide the fire in my girdle Fire
Gettin' locked up
runnin' round in a circle circle
Brother caught fifteen
like he did a murder
murder murder murder murder
Now my whole family hurtin'
hurtin' hurtin'
hurtin' hurtin'
Tryna see the light
but we couldn't pull the curtain
Curtain curtain
curtain curtain
Night time lurkin'
night night night
Momma said the streetlights
'bout to stop workin'
light light light
Lookin' at my momma
in her eyes momma
Lookin' at me
like a new person new person
She tellin' me
I need to slow down slow down
The pain don't go away
with the Perky slow down
That was
when the rap wasn't working
wasn't working
Living in the trap it's a search
trap search
See my grandma in a hearse
grandma
And Pistol P gone in the casket
Shot's fired nigga blasting brrt
Cops they arrive start smashing
woop woop
Opps we shoot shots
like the Mavericks opps
Vaults put the cash up
and we stash it stash
You flop we doing numbers
can't imagine hey
Money tunnel
when the roof panoramic skrt
Count the bundles
'til my hand start crampin' cramp
I come with the drip
I need a napkin hey
I'm a maniac go crazy
for the cash hey crazy
Green Lamborghini
paper tags skrt
Ridin' through the city
thirty mags brrt bow
Niggas snitchin'
they the police with no badge
woo woo woo
How I grew up my momma
with my dad momma huh
So when I blew up
I put her in a pad mansion
I like to throw up
when I think about the crash
ugh ugh
Not playin'
when I hit the tree
I smell the gas hey hey
Lookin' at the sky
think about my past sky
When I used to kick a door
shoot you for the cash
boot boot boot
Everybody hit the floor 'fore
you make me mad floor
Yo I had a nigga
soul livin' too fast
Prayin' to the Lord
my soul to keep keep
Controllin' me me
take a hold of me hold
Bitches ain't shit
got exposed by E 'sposed
So naive
cold in the streets streets
I been crossed out by my own
brother woo woo
Ain't no rules in the street
don't trust 'em
Ran it up and I had to go buss it
Police 'bout to kick the door
now we gotta flush it
Ridin' on the back streets
thinkin' 'bout my brother
Prayin' that he come home
to his loving mother
Can't believe it
that I got it all out the gutter
Facetime 'round 3 Mike in a puddle
How am I 'posed to take it how
Niggas dying around the same
time I had a baby hoo
Here go the operator operator
Let the gang know Pistol ain't
'gon make it
he ain't 'gon make it
Now my mind going brazy brazy
Got me feeling like I was the
cause of the hatred
I'm the cause of it
Holdin' the revolver
with the laser boop
They done killed my nigga start
a war bring the nation
brrt brrt brrt brrt
I got a boss situation boss
Military basis when we travel
'cross the nation military
Double up the cup with maple woo
Abomination on your paper
I got acres
Black man when you walking
and you labeled
Beat the odds
they don't wanna see you greater
Eat you alive like a lion
or a 'gator
Momma's crying cause the police
shot they babies
They crooked the motherland
they done took it crooked
They take us and lock us up
and throw the booklet take us
Started rapping
then I shook it shook it
I hate the fame everybody
keep on looking fame
We done sold out Brooklyn
sold out
Man I miss my Grandma cookin'
grandma
Treat me like a don
'cause I'm gifted like a don
I'm a run the money up gotta go
and get it hey
I'm a maniac go crazy
for the cash hey crazy
Green Lamborghini
paper tags skrt
Ridin' through the city
thirty mags brrt bow
Niggas snitchin'
they the police with no badge
woo woo woo
How I grew up my momma
with my dad momma huh
So when I blew up
I put her in a pad mansion
I like to throw up
when I think about the crash
ugh ugh
Not playin'
when I hit the tree
I smell the gas hey hey
Lookin' at the sky
think about my past sky
When I used to kick a door
shoot you for the cash
boot boot boot
Everybody hit the floor 'fore
you make me mad floor
Yo I had a nigga soul livin'
too fast
Prayin' to the Lord
my soul to keep keep
Controllin' me me
take a hold of me hold
Bitches ain't shit
got exposed by E 'sposed
So naive
cold in the streets streets