Go Off

[Verse 1] Ha-ha-ha-ha-hah, I'm laughing with my mobb While you remained confused by me, the Prodigy I put my verse in, you put your verse in We see who really burnin' and spittin' flames for certain, you check My 16 'pon fire, the rap Spike Lee Lot of multi-million dollar rapper don't like we But they can't do shit 'cause I'm too consistent Plus, my street power not to be test, no I put down the mac-11, make me pick it back up I put down the 2-pound, make me double back, son And get my 50-cal, oh, you hear me now See, it's never no peace till that piece come out You put Prodigy up with the best, I show and prove I'm not the punchline rapper, my style more smooth No gimmicks, no artificial flavor, keep it 100 percent with me You miss me [Chorus] They say P fell off, his high-horse landed on my two feet, planted on solid ground Mobb Deep fell off, the bottom and we landed on top, how we turn the world upside down P fell off, his bullshit back on his good shit Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about Mobb Deep fell off, the bottom and we landed on top, how we turn the world upside down [Verse 2] The top of the dome and spit better poems than that crack that took you eight hours to wrote I'm a natural I got you, this is what I do I'm not a battle rapper, I create albums Underrated like Don Cheadle, it's don P though Classic like Sinatra and Hendrix, we're endless Black mafia hits that Mobb Deep shit Gets deeper than rap music, I told you Them niggas bleed just like us, you heard it here first Rappers, they bite my lyrics and they run with my words I just take it as a compliment, it gives me confidence It just confirms that I'm the P in this shit Much more so than Kanye My favorite rapper, you got T.I, Jeezy, Weezy, Santana 50, Jay-Z, and even maybe throw in a little Jada and Style, wow [Chorus] They say P fell off, his high-horse landed on my two feet, planted on solid ground Mobb Deep fell off, the bottom and we landed on top, how we turn the world upside down P fell off, his bullshit back on his good shit Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about Mobb Deep fell off, the bottom and we landed on top, how we turn the world upside down [Verse 3] The most infamous in New York state I shape and mold rappers like a waffle I spot you, and help you carry that weight I give you couple bars on consignment You owe me, you know me Your grandpappy, these rappers my grandsons Which make me the world's youngest granddaddy I sit up on my throne, call me king songs My reign at the top very long, infinite, admit it Got these haters indeed now Know they was happy I did years in the P now Thought I would fold up No such luck for you bum fucks That's the sound of my dump truck full up Of my reserve notes for all you turn coats Left me for dead I'ma kill you with success While I resurrect live on stage, I'm on tour While you beef about sound scan and who sell more [Chorus] They say P fell off, his high-horse landed on my two feet, planted on solid ground Mobb Deep fell off, the bottom and we landed on top, how we turn the world upside down P fell off, his bullshit back on his good shit Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about Mobb Deep fell off, the bottom and we landed on top, how we turn the world upside down