Go Off

Expression of agreement or acknowledgment.

Greeting, asking how things are.

Encouragement to raise lighters in the air, setting a concert-like atmosphere.

Setting the tone to perform with the energy and style associated with the character Blade.

Reinforcement of the commitment to the performance.

Tribute to Proof, showing respect for the Detroit hip-hop scene.

Continuation of the homage to Proof.

Paying tribute to J Dilla, a legendary Detroit producer.

Reinforcement of paying respects to influential figures.

Command to go off, indicating a strong, assertive performance.

Verse expressing confidence, skill, and a fearless attitude towards the music industry and competition.

But nigga, a nigga nickel as me, my two of a kind self

Call for help, catch a damn round

You play 'round and this man down

No sound on the damn ground

Still don't give a fuck like the old 'Em

You ain't got soul in your music 'cause you sold them

I go off fate, I get to Heaven

If they don't let me in I'mma pole vault the gate

Waitin' patiently in your bushes, see you in claptois

That poised, stomp you rap boys like the frat boys

Wanna throw you suck up hoe, fuck you, fuck the flow

You such a sucka duck, you duck into a uppercut

I get such a rush, provin' y'all can't fuck with us

Your movement is losin', I think it's time to pucker up

Confusin' music with what you really doin' creates illusions

The ganders of delusions, the grandeurs of accusin' you

Of being swayed with the answers, mayday

They ain't sayin' "grace to the Lord", but guess what, they pray

And God blessin' all the dope rappers

And I'm the future of this, yeah I'm a trap rapper

'Cause I bake rappers to diss so I can smack rappers, see

Sound like a trap to me

That's why I lead off hitters that be on Twitter

To see y'all spittas and then tee off on niggas

I'm a legend

Reiteration of paying homage to influential figures from Detroit.

Uh-huh, yeah (you know, especially when they got people)

We gon' do this shit like Blade was alive (that'll keep that legacy going)

Uh-huh, yeah (Real Detroit shit)

We gon' do this shit like Proof was alive (rest in peace)

Uh-huh, yeah

We gon' do this shit like Dilla was alive (we love you)

Uh-huh, yeah (all the fallen soldiers)

Reiteration of the command to go off.

Verse continuing to showcase confidence, determination, and acknowledgment of Detroit's hip-hop legacy.

I knew ever since I was a youngin, I was gonna be rich

If I make you niggas uncomfortable, stumpin' through the city

All by my lonely, misery love company, come for me bitch

I got my mind right, father mom right

I got my lemon squeezed back on my hip, I'm finally out the lime light

Everybody tryna' catch up to me, maybe one day by the time might

Until that day happens, I'm lookin' at that shit in hindsight

Which is in fact 2020, my competition is wack

How could you race to make a run for the money when you actually come from the money?

Lyrical silver spooners, my niggas is really soldiers, y'all niggas is Ricky Schroder

I'm in the zone like Nate Robinson

My guns is on the drone, they straight poppin'

I'ma come kill you niggas with the floater

I'm in the lowest, 'bout to roll up when it's snowin'

Just to pull your car and let you know you dealin' with the coldest

Uh, uh yeah (you know legends never die, you know)

Uh-huh, yeah

We gon' do this shit like Blade was alive (especially when they got people)

Uh-huh, yeah (that'll keep that legacy going)

(Real Detroit shit) we gon' do this shit like Proof was alive

(Rest in peace) uh-huh, yeah

We gon' do this shit like Dilla was alive (we love you)

(All the fallen soldiers)

Final affirmation to go off, concluding the song with a strong message.