Offset – Red Room (Lyrics | Video)

Lyrics “Red Room” / Offset

I’m a maniac go crazy for the cash
Green Lamborghini, paper tags
Ridin’ through the city, 30 mags
N**gas snitchin’, they the police with no badge

How I grew up, my momma was my dad
So when I blew up I put her in a pad
I like to throw up when I think about the crash
Not playin’, when I hit the tree I smell the gas
Lookin’ at the sky, think about my past
When I used to kick a door, shoot you for the cash
Everybody hit the floor ‘fore you make me mad
Devil had a n**ga soul livin’ too fast
Prayin’ to the Lord, my soul to keep
Controllin’ me, take a hold of me
B**ches ain’t s**t, got exposed by heat
So naive, cold in the streets

Sleep on my feet
Money turn homies to zombies, they eat
Miss my grandma, she was humble and sweet
I don’t speak, let the check talk for me
I can’t sleep ‘less the Tec in my reach
Hit the dope, make me choke, make me wheeze
Sip the dope, help the pain at ease

Tryna get the money ‘fore it clean, it was dirty
Playin’ football, hide the fire in my gutter
Gettin’ locked up, runnin’ round in a circle
Brother caught fifteen like he did a murder
Now my whole family hurtin’
Tryna see the light but we couldn’t pull the curtain
Night time lurkin’ versuri.online
Momma said the streetlights ’bout to stop workin’

Lookin’ at my momma in her eyes
Lookin’ at me like a new person
She tellin’ me I need to slow down
The pain don’t go away with the percy
That was when the rap weren’t working
Living in the trap it’s a search
See my grandma in a hearse
And Pistol P gone in the casket
Shot’s fired n**ga blasting
Cops, they arrive start smashing
Opps we shoot shots like the Mavericks
Vaults put the cash up and we stash it
You flop, we doing numbers can’t imagine
Money tunnel when the roof panoramic
Count the bottles ’til my hand start crampin’
I come with the drip I need a napkin

I’m a maniac go crazy for the cash
Green Lamborghini, paper tags
Ridin’ through the city, 30 mags
N**gas snitchin’, they the police with no badge
How I grew up, my momma was my dad
So when I blew up I put her in a pad
I like to throw up when I think about the crash
Not playin’, when I hit the tree I smell the gas
Lookin’ at the sky, think about my past
When I used to kick a door, shoot you for the cash
Everybody hit the floor ‘fore you make me mad
Devil had a n**ga soul livin’ too fast
Prayin’ to the Lord, my soul to keep
Controllin’ me, take a hold of me
B**ches ain’t s**t, got exposed by heat
So naive, cold in the 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 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 three, Mike in a puddle
How am I ‘posed to take it
N**gas dying around the same time I had a baby
Here go the operator
Let the gang know Pistol ain’t ‘gon make it
Now my mind going brazy
Got me feeling like I was the cause of the hatred
Golden revolver with the laser
They done killed my n**ga start a war bring the nation
I got a boss situation versuri.online
Military basis when we travel ‘cross the nation
Double up the cup with maple
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
They take us and lock us up and throw the buckle
Started rapping then I shook it
I hate the fame everybody keep on looking
We done sold out Brooklyn
Man I miss my Grandma cookin’
Treat me like a don ’cause I’m gifted
I’m a run the money up gotta go and get it

I’m a maniac go crazy for the cash
Green Lamborghini, paper tags
Ridin’ through the city, 30 mags
N**gas snitchin’, they the police with no badge
How I grew up, my momma was my dad
So when I blew up I put her in a pad
I like to throw up when I think about the crash
Not playin’, when I hit the tree I smell the gas
Lookin’ at the sky, think about my past
When I used to kick a door, shoot you for the cash
Everybody hit the floor ‘fore you make me mad
Devil had a n**ga soul livin’ too fast
Prayin’ to the Lord, my soul to keep
Controllin’ me, take a hold of me
B**ches ain’t s**t, got exposed by heat
So naive, cold in the streets…

➤ Written by Metro Boomin & Offset
Album: The Set Gala
Produced by Metro Boomin
Offset 2019

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