Red Room (Explicit) - Offset

Lyrics by：Kiari Kendrell Cephus/Leland Wayne

Composed by：Kiari Kendrell Cephus/Leland Wayne

Woo

I'm a maniac go crazy for the cash hey brazy

Green lamborghini paper tags skrrt

Ridin' through the city

30 mags brrt bow

N***as snitchin' they the police

With no badge woo woo

How I grew up my momma was my dad 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

Not playin' when I hit the tree

I smell the gas hey

Lookin' at the sky think about my past sky

When I used to kick the door

Shoot you for the cash boot boot

Everybody hit the floor 'fore you make me mad

Devil had a n***a soul livin' too fast soul

Prayin' to the Lord my soul to keep keep

Controllin' me me take a hold of me hold

B***hes ain't s**t got exposed by heat 'sposed

So naive so 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

I can't sleep 'less the tec in my reach tec

Hit the d**e make me choke make me wheeze choke

Sip the d**e 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'

Tryna see the light but we couldn't pull the curtain

Curtain curtain curtain curtain

Night time lurkin' night

Momma said the streetlights

'Bout to stop workin' 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 percy slow down

That was when the rap wasn't working wasn't working

Living in the trap it's a circus trap circus

See my grandma in a hearse grandma

And pistol P gone in the casket

Shot's fired n***a 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 skrrt

Count the bundles 'til my hand start crampin' cramp

I come with the drip I need a napkin

I'm a maniac go crazy for the cash hey brazy

Green lamborghini paper tags skrrt

Ridin' through the city

30 mags brrt

N***as snitchin' they the

Police with no badge woo woo

How I grew up my momma was my dad momma

So when I blew up I put her in a pad mansion

I like to throw up when

I think about the crash ugh

Not playin' when I hit the tree

I smell the gas hey

Lookin' at the sky think about my past sky

When I used to kick the door

Shoot you for the cash boot boot

Everybody hit the floor 'fore you make me mad floor

Devil had a n***a soul livin' too fast

Prayin' to the Lord my soul to keep keep

Controllin' me me take a hold of me hold

B***hes ain't s**t got exposed by heat 'sposed

So naive so cold in the streets streets

I been crossed out by my own brother

Ain't no rules in the street don't trust 'em

Ran it up and I had to go and bust it

Police 'bout to kick the door now we gotta flush it

Ridin' on the backstreets 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 three mike in a puddle

How am I 'posed to take it how

N***as dyin' 'round 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 n***a start the 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 hoo

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

Mommas 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

I'm a run the money up

Gotta go and get it

Go crazy for the cash hey brazy

Green lamborghini paper tags skrrt

Ridin' through the city 30 mags brrt bow

N***as snitchin' they the police

With no badge woo woo

How I grew up my momma was my dad momma

So when I blew up I put

Her in a pad mansion

I like to throw up when I think

About the crash ugh

Not playin' when I hit the tree

I smell the gas hey

Lookin' at the sky think about my past sky

When I used to kick the door shoot

You for the cash boot boot

Everybody hit the floor 'fore

You make me mad floor

Devil had a n***a soul livin' too fast

Prayin' to the Lord my soul to keep keep

Controllin' me me take a hold of me hold

B***hes ain't s**t got exposed by heat 'sposed

So naive so cold in the streets