Lyrics Off - Royce da 5'9"
I'm
signing
off
on
this
On
the
same
ones
the
treasury
prints
With
every
intent
to
see
niggas
dying
off
of
it
I
signed
to
Sony
A
couple
of
years
after
the
NBA
signed
Kobe
And
he
about
to
retire
So
if
anybody
see
Don
Lenner
Make
sure
you
tell
him
I
ain't
lost
it
yet
Somebody
tell
Tom
Silverman
"Hi"
for
me
Look
in
the
sky
there's
a
fly
sorcerer
Eye-balling
me
from
of
a
flying
saucer
And
my
mind
is
like
a
full
clip
And
my
competitions'
magazines
are
running
low
Like
the
Source
and
Vibe
offices
Since
'99,
Hip-Hop
been
like
my
orphanage
Got
dropped
a
lot
But
every
time
I
signed
I
got
a
million
A&Rs
and
exec's
were
telling
me
I'm
not
appealing
Try
to
turn
me
into
Nas,
I'm
not
him
but
I
forgive
you
This
is
a
Boy
Marley
Bob
Dillon
spiritual
vibe
that
I'm
feeling
These
scars
are
time
healing
Clearly
you
lost
You
tried
to
put
me
in
a
box--how
dare
you
Try
to
minimize
a
lyrical
god?
I'll
godzilla
these
walls
My
prime's
no
time
near
I'll
improvise
till
my
ceilings
Get
wizard
of
Oz
I'm
the
illest
alive
I'm
the
rose
that
rose
From
the
concrete
with
the
thorn
And
when
I'm
gone
I
shall
live
in
a
vase
Me
and
Porter
just
handling
business
Boy
we
came
a
long
way
from
blasting
cannons
And
having
to
throw
'em
in
trash
cans
Dismantling
shipments
I
had
the
manager
shift
at
my
day
job
too
I
laid
down
rules
No
gas
station
past
8 mile
Past
eight
or
late
drive-throughs
Maxwell
tap,
you
play
the
whole
B
side
You
flip
it
over
and
hear
the
whole
A
side
too
Now
we
got
iCloud
and
FaceTime
basically
To
knock
down
the
grape
vine
Make
way
as
the
chaos
ensues
Niggas
safe
and
ratchet
calling
themselves
bosses
But
they
not
They
David
Hasselhoff
And
they
bay
watch
But
I'm
cool
Nowadays
my
life
be
lavish
Who
I'm
out
with
tonight
It
might
be
a
model
or
Might
be
an
actress
She
might
be
a
ballerina
She
might
do
plays
She
might
just
like
theatrics
She
might
be
famous
I
must
just
pipe
her
for
bragging
rights
She
might
get
mad
at
the
paparazzi
For
flashing
cameras
at
her
ass
As
she
covers
her
face
As
if
she's
dabbing
She
might
be
dragging
Meet
at
some
uptight
fashion
show
somewhere
Where
people
like
Madonna
and
Bono
go
I
might
take
one
look
up
and
down
at
the
clothes
And
say,
"Hell
no,
It's
time
to
go."
Come
on
it's
time
to
go
I
might
fuck
her
on
the
kitchen
table
At
her
crib
in
the
Hamptons
I
might
lay
her
down
gently
I
might
slam
her
I
might
even
fuck
around
and
yell
domino
I
soldiers
sound
off
like
"you
got
a
pair."
I'm
a
real
nigga
I
done
lost
a
lot
of
friends
over
the
years
I've
been
losing
a
lot
of
hair
Been
told
that
I'm
out
my
mind
But
if
you
only
knew
what
was
inside
it
You
too
would
choose
to
stay
out
of
there
I
take
my
hats
off
to
the
addicts
Going
through
something
tragic
in
their
lives
Shit
even
I
backed
off
the
madness
I
had
to
take
some
time
off
the
rap
and
realize
Now
how
do
I
stop
being
underrated?
How
do
I
get
props
like,
let's
say,
a
Drake?
But
I
rap
with
the
skill
set
of
let's
say
A
Black
Thought
or
an
Elhzi
If
Jay
Elec
can
bag
a
Rothschild
without
an
album
then
I
can
come
back
to
rap
after
doing
some
jail
time
No
one
cares
about
sales
now
It's
all
about
gadgets
and
getting
fatter
than
hell
And
consuming
shit
like
them
Patti
LaBelle
pies
Like
lunatics,
speaking
of,
I
knew
this
chick
Who
used
to
just
be
happy
to
make
it
out
the
hood
to
see
me
Then
she
got
on
some
fucking
[?]
shit
She's
starting
asking
me
to
do
some
shit...
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to
close)
1 Layers (feat. Pusha T and Rick Ross)
2 Hello (feat. Melanie Rutherford) - Skit
3 Misses
4 Off
5 Gottaknow
6 America
7 Dope!
8 Flesh
9 Lincoln (Skit)
10 Shine
11 Shine - Skit
12 Wait
13 Startercoat
14 Hard
15 Pray
16 Tabernacle
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