What? Yeah
Boy (What?)
We off the grid, grid, grid
This for my kid, kid, kid
For when my kid kid kids have kids
Everything we did for the crib
Everything we did, how we live (What?)
All this smoke got a scent
All that smoke heaven sent (Scent)
Everything I spoke, what I meant (Ah)
Never disguise my intent, lines outside the event
Brought my life out the trench
God, thank God, look what He did, did, did, did, did, did
We off the grid, grid, grid, grid, grid (Ayy)
What?
We off the grid, grid, grid, grid
I am off the grid (Homicide, homicide, what?)
Got tats on my ribs (Ah), tattoos on my ribs (What?)
I just tattеd my kid, Onyx (Slatt)
I just threw twenty, count it ***, we was at Onyx (Ah, what?)
I just bought mе some brand new clothes, Dover Street Market (Givenchy)
Ayy, we just took the route to Charlotte (Yeah, ah, what? Yeah)
I am in the Rolls-Royce **** on—what you call it? (Yeah, yeah)
I light a opp blunt and let your **** try it (Ah)
Uh, I am off the grid and wanna **** die (What?)
We off the grid, grid, grid, grid
This for my kid, kid, kid
Everything we did for the crib did here
Flexin' with the business trip
Going cray, take some G6
Lit, lit, '76
He spit this
We off the grid, grid, grid
Yeah, look, when I was in jail, I was lowkey (Uh)
Shout out to supporters that wrote me
Eat food, work out and then go sleep
You know I'm prayin', he carryin' both feet (Yeah)
**** know we got God with us (God with us)
You look at me and see a God figure (Uh)
And when I start vibin', I know that He with me
And I'ma always catch a hard shiver (Uh)
I know it's demons in that dark liquor (Uh)
We buy a bottle and squash with ya (Uh)
Everybody turn into a harsh ****
But my pockets bigger and my heart richer (Uh)
My mind smarter, my grind harder (Skrr)
And my car quicker (Skrrt)
I met her in church, she pray for me
She my God-sister (She my God-sister, yeah)
I'm only trustin' the people I keep close
**** sellin' they soul for a repost
Remember when I was broke, wearin' cheap coats
Now it's diamonds and houses and C notes (Uh)
****, I'm feelin' marvelous (I'm feelin' marvelous)
Who let the monster loose? (Who let the monster loose? Huh)
They call me a product of my environment (Uh)
I tell them, "Nah, I'm what God produced" (Baow)
Defense good, and them guards can shoot (Baow)
I put 'em on you, it get hard to move
Tattoo in my face is the mark of truth
Gotta watch what you say when they market you (Huh)
I already predicted this (I already predicted this, huh)
Y'all only witnessed it (Y'all only witnessed it)
Look, got a couple old friends that I'm not really clickin' with
I know they pray that we settle our differences
I pray that they lower all my **** sentences
I got some demons I'm not even dealin
Written by: AyoAA, Sloane, 30 Roc, Raul Cubina, Mark Williams, Elias Klughammer,