Goin' Off

[Chorus: Filth-E]

Yeah, truth or dare (Dare), see that you scared (Bitch)

Not over here, we send shots over here

At your block over there, if you stop, they gon' stare (Skrrt)

Don't give props to no squares, put in a box if you fare (Boom)

Fuck it, I'm goin' off, gotta keep my gang close involved (Woo)

'Cause we from the bottom, we been through Hell, I even seen souls dissolved (Pew)

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, I'm brushin' my shoulders off (Yeah)

Down on my luck, I couldn't pick up (Huh), that was a close call (Skrrrt, boom, boom, boom)

[Verse 1: Lil' ILL]

I feel a lil' ill, Filth-E, almost got us killed

GHOST KIDZ taking road trips, doin' show biz all around the world

I'm the type to go kiss and tell, so shocking how I keep it real

If your girl get with Lil' ILL, then I'ma show her how electric feel

I'm not here to date you, so why would I save you?

I know I dress fly but this ain't no cape

I come from the jungle was like Royal Rumble

If you don't survive then you gon' get ate

They snakes with fangs, the apes that swing

No one is safe from fakes, they hate the real like GHOST KIDZ

Lil' bitch, that's not for debate

[Chorus: Filth-E]

Yeah, truth or dare (Dare), see that you scared (Bitch)

Not over here, we send shots over here

At your block over there, if you stop they gon' stare (Skrrt)

Don't give props to no squares, put in a box if you fare (Boom)

Fuck it, I'm goin' off, gotta keep my gang close involved (Woo)

'Cause we from the bottom we been through Hell, I even seen souls dissolved (Pew)

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, I'm brushin' my shoulders off (Yeah)

Down on my luck, I couldn't pick up, that was a close call (Skrrrt, boom, boom, boom)

[Verse 2: Vince Staples]

I'm in the booth I'm goin' off, haters be bitchin' and moanin'

There's crickets; ain't nobody trippin' I know they soft;

Benjamin Button and Joey somethin'

So I'm talking my shit 'cause I'm young and hard

Livin forever, my birds of a feather been flockin' and robbin' since Noah's Ark

Gotta keep two of them bitches, they know me for shooting these niggas like Tyler Perry

Life is deadly but God prepare me, praise up

Baby boy still playing though, fuck your fort, cuz

Go ahead and check that forecast

It's raining hundreds, I came from nothing

Niggas call my phone every goddamn day tryin' to raise some money

(And I'on got nothing for no broke ass, bum ass, bitch ass, stupid ass —)

[Chorus: Filth-E]

Yeah truth or dare (Dare), see that you scared (Bitch)

It's GHOST KIDZ, don't you see these ghosts over here?

Only rulers stay prepared

If you stop, they're gon' stare (Skrrt)

Don't give props to no squares, put in a box if you fare (Boom)

I feel like I'm goin' off, gotta keep my gang close involved (Woo)

'Cause we from the bottom we been through Hell, I even seen souls dissolved (Pew)

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, I'm brushin' my shoulders off (Yeah)

Down on my luck, I couldn't pick up (Huh), that was a close call (Skrrrt, boom, boom, boom)