Offset, Warren Hue, 1999 WRITE THE FUTURE - SLOPES

You have to say something to me Like we have to have a conversation, real quick? Like, you really have got to, you have to Ayy Summertime shit, I got bands, ayy Benjamin and me, best friends, ayy Swerving these hoes, I'm tried of shawty's That hang when they not on the gram, whoa Oh my God, Warren like, hello, I'm back on my bullshit Don't sugarcoat, baby Fuck it, I still want to coupe to be navy or cream color Coco like whoa, whoa I need a crib up in Soho, New Yorky like Biggie I treat a 'Chella like that shit no biggie Still got the pack, yeah, let's smoke in my city Hit from the back now she texting "You miss me?" Bitch, I got bands and it' stuck in my pants, whoa Feel me? Pockets, they dancing like Britney Bands on me, can't feel my inseams (yeah) Dior look good when it fit me (yeah) Back in Jakarta, they hope for my downfall I come up, like bitch, I am next, yeah And you mad, mad? Why you mad, mad? And they mad, mad, yeah, yeah Pull up with a fit and they mad mad, huh Show money bands in my backpack, huh Introducing Warren to your grandad, huh Step in the ride, motherfucker like roach I don't trust a bitch with Burberry coach She gon' touch ice while I bend her slope Ski, ski, way I slay game, two stick, one dick Want to wake the ass up then pour (Offset) Quarter million dollars on one stage (quarter million) Niggas wanna come and switch my plate (switch) White man in my pocket, no race (white man) Shorty a fan with a little bitty waist (hey) Bought a new Vert, somebody come race (Vert) Pop two Perc, can't feel my face (Percs) They don't wanna work, these niggas be lazy (lazy) They just wanna surf, I ain't fuckin' with the wave (uh) Issey told you I ain't tame, man Fuck it do you feel me? Now I gotta move weight I ain't tryna move fake no way, yeah (Oh) oh, fuck 'em, I just been in my thing (yeah) Cut 'em 'cause the mood on strange (yeah) Caught me, got it all on tape Chirping like a bird when he caught his case The one that was hatin', ain't make it, got erased ('rased) Food on your table, 'fore you eat say grace (amen) Album going number one, I can taste it (number one) I was born of a star, I'm an alien (star) I'ma sell out arenas and the stadiums (arenas) I got my gang and my family, ain't tradin' 'em (gang) Niggas hatin', let 'em drown, I ain't savin 'em (drown) I turn the pain into pride, you should be proud of him (woo) Benjamin in my pocket and I'm countin' 'em Backstage full of people I don't like So I say amen, gotta pray for the pigment (amen) Every year, gotta change my alias (woo) B-o-t-y, shawty like the name And it's staying to my soul, had to track my Rolls When they watchin' they mad, man And they mad, mad And they mad, mad Pull up with a fit and they mad mad, huh Show money bands in my backpack, huh Introducing Warren to your grandad, huh Step in the ride, motherfucker like I was born of a star, I'm an alien They don't wanna work, these niggas they don't wanna work, they don't wanna work I was born of a star, I'm an alien I'ma sell out arenas and the stadiums I got my gang and my family, ain't tradin' 'em Niggas hatin', let 'em drown, I ain't savin 'em I turn the pain into pride, you should be proud of him Nah, nah, fuck that