off the go Lyrics

Uh-huh, yeah

Uh-huh, yeah

That's right, that's right

Got a little messy, I was going through my head again

Thought a little Fendi might just turn me to a better man

Thought it would, 'cause surely didn't turn me to a gentleman

I'm putting on a show, off the go, for the hell of it

All the things you did, was it only just for relevance?

Fighting at the crib got me digging up my skeletons

I told her just the tip, I ain't really into settlement

I nutted in her bin, man, our kids gon' be heaven-sent

They say I'm an asshole, I say they're just basic

She say I need therapy, well, bitch, you need a face lift

And bitch, I need an agent, to lay me down some pavement

To let a bitch walk to the streets from my ranges, uh

You can try to play it like you rockin' with me, bro bro

I can try to play it like we're brothers in a photo

I guess, I gotta say, I know it's something you don't know, though

I roll up on a snake like I'm fuckin' Quasimodo

And I just can't stop livin' on the redline

I just can't stop livin' on the redline

Livin' on the redline, livin' on the redline

Livin' on the, livin' on the, livin' on the redline

Got a little messy, I was going through my head again

Thought a little Fendi might just turn me to a better man

Thought it would, 'cause surely didn't turn me to a gentleman

I'm putting on a show, off the go, for the hell of it

Round two, and I'm back sniffing glue

Now they only come around when I'm hangin' out with you

And they only talk aloud when I'm doin' what I do

I need that two times two, I need her, her, and you

Got a, nice ring to it, way they say my name

Got a nice ring to it, high on novacaine

I wonder how they love me when I empty out my brain

I'm rippin' through these bitches, why they all the fuckin' same

Got dreams, don't need no breather

Got a limit, bout a minute, then I leave her

God, please don't need no preacher

I'll breathe, I'll be your leader

Be your leader

Be your leader

Got a little messy, I was going through my head again

Thought a little Fendi might just turn me to a better man

Thought it would, 'cause surely didn't turn me to a gentleman

I'm putting on a show, off the go, for the hell of it

Goin' through my head again

Turn me to a better man

Turn me to a gentleman

Show, go, hell of it