Lyrics:

Ayyyy, I’m gonna goof off. I’m gonna goof off.

Step over that bitch, Allen Iverson, ya new true leader is here, the feeder of care, no need to go share your ears to any other peers, this is the best test yet, the rest ain’t set. My True Callin’ Is Ballin’, never fallin’ over into the sin walk, or no filter like gin talk. I been gawk at the non manners, I spawn planners the way you wanna change just to fit me, I say I’m gonna be strange, cause I know I does get the, willy nilly silly style I pile, go hit me. On a deep pass, I got speed. Oh shit, we playing football, indeed! Go get, a big shit and I don’t mean poop. I’m saying, I mean a big arm to throw to me, no harm, loop it back, have the knack to go throw attack. Past the defense, smash and bash the dense, cover 2 zone, it’s over, you blown by as I own my path to the Hall, who the call for? Me, cause ya see I ball more. All for the love of money, nah I ain’t Bone Thugs. I’m laid back, leaning back like those in the zone drugs, meaning that I’m just reclining and prone to no hugs. Haha, I made that up. Said that stuff to make you laugh, haha, tada, I spar wit’ my far opposites, I don’t want beef, that shit it haunt me, but yet it taunt me, so I can’t brief, sometimes I gotta kill ‘em, from chimes to painful drill ‘em, each sound can teach bound rhythm. That you know you going down, am I making you proud Rakim? I wanna be a rapper like Rakim. I wanna clap ya ass, dap ya ass, cause ya caboose is so obtuse, nice angle, and you like it! Would never ever block him. We spice it up and dangle our legs from the heights that begs. To crash, sights of pegs now our legs, wow. Who lash out? My fam, god damn Anthony, no doubt you was gon’ go pout out ‘bout that, shout of help when ya fell, but hell ya did it to ya, self. And now, welp, shelf the working limbs, peg leg cause real leg can’t feel leg, amputated. I’m irking climbs to the top and your way to do it, damn you hated how my fly glam do, rated, this as some new shit, you can’t get behind, fucked a horse from behind, it sucked of course, don’t fuck a horse. Can’t rewind that, fuck, I hate this, I made this for you, go fuck off and chew, that Jack Links, pack stinks from breath, like me if, I didn’t brush my teeth, I do brush my teeth, I crush the grief I would have if I did not, I kid a lot, I save me though cause I does the grown man show, can go, tell no cap, ain’t a Kangol. But shout out LL Cool J, he’s the man in full, been full on being hard as hell, school they, wack ass and teach ‘em a lesson, blessing of how to smack ass. Haha, I’m having fun. Fuck, A Hype is done.

Shout out Max, he’s spitting facts, he be the chillest, he be the realest, A Hype needs to go to sleep, cause I can’t fucking stay up, that’s another random thought. That I caught.

Goof Off (Prod. Rich Bri)

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