Way Off

Way off
Way off
Way off
So way way way

I ain't into making friends, all the time that I spent by myself gon' pay off
I hope you don't take offense, if you're mad about a thing, ya'll should fuck way off
Ya'll should fuck way off
Ya'll should fuck way off
Ya'll should fuck way off
Yah

They've been fucking with each other, they ain't playing with me
Boys who wish that they were brothers ain't related to me
I'm the mother fucking man, they all babies to me
I've been faded in some places you need paper to be

I just kick them out of the section like go, go, go
I ain't even stressin' like yo, yo, yo
They trying to cause a problem like wow, wow, wow
Had the homie come and solve it on the low, low, low

I mean, really, they've been trippin', that ain't nothing to me
I've been day one snitchin', man its something to see
I go back a generation up the family tree
Cut it off at the roots, watch them fall like leaves
I just watched a couple strippers take they clothes off
Then they over at my table like I know ya'll
I'ma like I don't even doubt it, I've been so raw
Heres my number, I'll ignore it if you hoes call
Ya

I've been scheming by myself
'Cause, I don't need no help
I've been chillin' all alone
I've been living in my zone

I ain't into making friends
All the time that I spent by myself gon' pay off
I hope you don't take offense
If you're mad about a thing, ya'll should fuck way off
I'm not trying to make amends
If you trying to be a man, understand and lay off
When I'm laying down my head
I got money on my mind and ya'll gon' stay off

Way, way, way, way off
Way off with the drama boy
Way, way, way, way off
I'm that mother fucker, you are just a mommas boy

Way, way, way, way off
Way off with the drama boy
Way, way, way, way off
I'm that mother fucker, you are just a mommas boy

Me myself and I, I don't fuck with the team
If you feel like you can, then it's not what it seems
I'll run up in your crib while your family asleep
And you'll die in real life, you alive in a dream, though

I'm the bro, bro, bro
If they talking shit, I let them die slow, slow, slow
I ain't tired but you know I'm on a roll, roll, roll
All the diamond that I made it out of coal, coal, coal

I'm in Compton and a homie got a vest on
If you living on prayer, he gonna bless ya'll
Put the cross on your chest and he press ya
Leave you all over the table like a mess hall
Bunch of people in the north trying to fuck up my night
I ain't going back and forth because I know that I'm right
I've been out in California and I'm living my life
For real, I tried to warn ya'll but I guess it's alright

I've been scheming by myself
'Cause, I don't need no help
I've been chillin' all alone
I've been living in my zone, ya

Every finger got a ring, oh
I'm just trying to do my thing, bro
Smoking weed in the range-ro
Making fun of these lame hoes
I'ma let the phone ring, bro
I'ma try to take the kings, though
Yo, we are not the same, bro
I'm not in it for the fame, hoe

I ain't into making friends, all the time that I spent by myself gon' pay off
I hope you don't take offense, if you're mad about a thing, ya'll should fuck way off
I'm not tryna make amends, If you tryna be a man, understand and lay off
When I'm laying down my head, I got money on my mind and ya'll gon' stay off

Way, way, way, way off
Way off with the drama boy
Way, way, way, way off
I'm that mother fucker, you are just a mommas boy

Way, way, way, way off
Way off with the drama boy
Way, way, way, way off
I'm that mother fucker, you are just a mommas boy

Way, way, way, way off (way, way off)
Way, way, way, way off



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Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Paul Street, Rickey Thornton
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