OFF DAY ft. Mil-6

I'm a six figure hitta for sure

I'm always on time, don't need Adderall

Miami be the scene like the Heat man I ball

Leave em out of breath, they need Albuterol

I need one game fuck a seven series

Sittin' in the back, chauffeur driving seven series

96 Tupac gone, two years later he reborn

Asto in the kitchen and I'm cooking up a storm

Two years later and I'm cooking on the wok yeah

Twenty years later they waiting for the album drop yeah

When they gonna catch me, I never fucking stop

Fuck a red lights, I stay running from the cops yeah