Off from The Formula by M@giK La Neige x Sbchrome

Hook

They see im pissed off(huu)
I cant keep pissin in buckets


When them lights off
I gotta go off

Roaches on infestation
Police on investigation(Yaah)

They see that im under pressure
My buildin lack water pressure
(Yea)

I gotta

go off
go off
go off

I gotta

go off
go off
go off

Verse

All of this frustration

I spent nights under street lights
traded life for a street life
Keep a glock for the street fight
Niggas keep tryin me, look

Gotta go snatch me a soul
Gotta go snatch me some gold

Gotta keep me a L
Just to cope with the Ls

Gotta keep my shit n mint condition
Hustle till its all different
Out here serving prescription
Spent too many days yearn wishin
You ever been hungry from the pit yo soul
Ever seen what money can do to the bros
Niggas shiftin and switchin forgettin the code
My brodie died cause he aint let blow
Gotta keep me pole
Gotta keep me a stick
The streets filled some shit
Niggas too messy peep
Come through with a clean sweep
Keepin my head on a swivel
I cant keep playin the middle
Being broke it can fuck wit ya mental


(Hook)


Verse

They sprayed my cousin at his brudda crib
Hit em while he played 2k, i still feel the shit in my rib
Prolly was dead for heard the sound
Prolly was dead for he hit the ground
Came through and hit my unlce with the choppa

Dead in his kneck
Wonder who next

And im still loosin sleep
They dont see what i see
This pain it run deep
All this anger in me

If flex it aint for me
Disconnected fuck them
Opps cant live thats a fact
Reppin my shit to the max
Pushin my limits cause fuck it
(Huh)
I do this shit for my cousin
(Hmm)
I do this shit for my fam dem
(Hmm)
They gone play this shit for anthem
(Hmm)
I do this shit for my gang n'em
(Hmm)
Play wit the team an we bang nem
(Hmm)
I laid low and stay quiet
Powered up/leveled up

If they buss betta duck
Betta spray they shit up


(Hook)


Verse

Had to take my change to the coin-star
That was how i got my morning-star

Stash box in the dressah
Potatoe for a compressor

Fucked up my re up again
Borrow a 50 from friend

Its holes in my hoodie
Bodies hidden in my hood

I need a cig
I need a stog
I need to stay warm
heat up the stove
I need a jug
Buss up da grove


I need a playboi mansion
Complete with a cove
Gate wit a code


Put a hit on the game
Unorganized but it was orchestrated
We them boys you just perpetrating
Poision for them fuckin hatahs
It was archaic, artisan
Gotta know it was formulated

• Alternative
• Experimental
• Hip Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Soul
• Trap
• concious rap
• emo rap
• emotional
• expressive
• underground
• Miami