Offset – Red Room (Official Music Video)

Offset – Red Room (Official Music Video)


OFFSET IS FINALLY SPEAKING OUT
ABOUT HIS CRAZY CAR ACCIDENT YOU CAN SEE THAT HIS GREEN DODGE
CHALLENGER IS TOTALLY CRUNCHED FROM THE FRONT AND BACK,
OFFSET IS LUCKY TO BE ALIVE AS A MAN YOU HAVE A CHOICE I ALMOST FAILED THE TEST
BUT I GOTTA SEPARATE
MYSELF AND KEEP MYSELF ALL RIGHT THERE FOR MYSELF ♪ WOO I’M A MANIAC GO CRAZY
FOR THE CASH (HEY, CRAZY) ♪ ♪ GREEN LAMBORGHINI,
PAPER TAGS (SKRRT) ♪ ♪ RIDIN’ THROUGH THE CITY,
THIRTY MAGS (BRRT, BOW) ♪ ♪ NIGGAS SNITCHIN’,
THEY THE POLICE WITH NO
BADGE (WOO, WOO, WOO) ♪ ♪ HOW I GREW UP, MY MOMMA
WITH MY DAD (MOMMA, HUH) ♪ ♪ SO WHEN I BLEW UP I PUT
HER IN A PAD (MANSION) ♪ ♪ I LIKE TO THROW UP
WHEN I THINK ABOUT
THE CRASH (UGH, UGH) ♪ ♪ NOT PLAYIN’, WHEN I
HIT THE TREE I SMELL
THE GAS (HEY, HEY) ♪ ♪ LOOKIN’ AT THE SKY, THINK
ABOUT MY PAST (SKY) ♪ ♪ WHEN I USED TO KICK A
DOOR, SHOOT YOU FOR THE
CASH (BOOT, BOOT, BOOT) ♪ ♪ EVERYBODY HIT THE
FLOOR ‘FORE YOU MAKE
ME MAD (FLOOR) ♪ ♪ YO, I HAD A NIGGA
SOUL LIVIN’ TOO FAST ♪ ♪ PRAYIN’ TO THE LORD,
MY SOUL TO KEEP (KEEP) ♪ ♪ CONTROLLIN’ ME (ME),
TAKE A HOLD OF ME (HOLD) ♪ ♪ BITCHES AIN’T SHIT, GOT
EXPOSED BY E (‘SPOSED) ♪ ♪ SO NAIVE, COLD IN
THE STREETS (STREETS) ♪ ♪ SLEEP ON MY FEET (FEET) ♪ ♪ MONEY TURN HOMIES TO
ZOMBIES, THEY EAT (ZOMBIES) ♪ ♪ MISS MY GRANDMA, SHE WAS
HUMBLE AND SWEET (GRANDMA) ♪ ♪ I DON’T SPEAK, LET THE CHECK
TALK FOR ME (CHECK, WOO) ♪ ♪ I CAN’T SLEEP ‘LESS THE
TECH IN MY REACH (TECH) ♪ ♪ HIT THE DOPE, MAKE ME CHOKE,
MAKE ME WHEEZE (CHOKE, WOO) ♪ ♪ SIP THE DOPE, HELP
THE PAIN AT EASE (HEY) ♪ ♪ TRYNA GET THE MONEY ‘FORE IT
CLEAN, IT WAS DIRTY (DIRTY) ♪ ♪ PLAYIN’ FOOTBALL, HIDE
THE FIRE IN MY GUTTER (HA) ♪ ♪ GETTIN’ LOCKED UP, RUNNIN’
ROUND IN A CIRCLE (CIRCLE) ♪ ♪ BROTHER CAUGHT FIFTEEN
LIKE HE DID A MURDER (MURDER) ♪ ♪ NOW MY WHOLE
FAMILY HURTIN’ (HURTIN’) ♪ ♪ TRYNA SEE THE LIGHT BUT WE
COULDN’T PULL THE CURTAIN
(CURTAIN, CURTAIN, CURTAIN) ♪ ♪ NIGHT TIME LURKIN’
(NIGHT, NIGHT), ♪ ♪ MOMMA SAID THE STREETLIGHTS
‘BOUT TO STOP WORKIN’
(LIGHT, LIGHT, LIGHT) ♪ ♪ LOOKIN’ AT MY MOMMA
IN HER EYES (MOMMA) ♪ ♪ LOOKIN’ AT ME LIKE A NEW
PERSON (NEW PERSON) ♪ ♪ SHE TELLIN’ ME I NEED TO
SLOW DOWN (SLOW DOWN) ♪ ♪ THE PAIN DON’T GO AWAY
WITH THE PERCY (SLOW DOWN) ♪ ♪ THAT WAS WHEN THE RAP WASN’T
WORKING (WASN’T WORKING) ♪ ♪ LIVING IN THE TRAP IT’S
A SEARCH (TRAP SEARCH) ♪ ♪ SEE MY GRANDMA IN
A HEARSE (GRANDMA) ♪ ♪ AND PISTOL P
GONE IN THE CASKET ♪ ♪ SHOT’S FIRED NIGGA
BLASTING (BRRT) ♪ ♪ COPS, THEY ARRIVE START
SMASHING (WOOP, WOOP) ♪ ♪ OPPS WE SHOOT SHOTS
LIKE THE MAVERICKS (OPPS) ♪ ♪ VAULTS PUT THE CASH UP
AND WE STASH IT (STASH) ♪ ♪ YOU FLOP, WE DOING
NUMBERS CAN’T IMAGINE (HEY) ♪ ♪ MONEY TURNIN WHEN THE
ROOF PANORAMIC (SKRRT) ♪ ♪ COUNT THE BOTTLES ‘TIL MY
HAND START CRAMPIN’ (CRAMP) ♪ ♪ I COME WITH THE DRIP
I NEED A NAPKIN (HEY) ♪ ♪ I’M A MANIAC GO CRAZY
FOR THE CASH (HEY, CRAZY) ♪ ♪ GREEN LAMBORGHINI,
PAPER TAGS (SKRRT) ♪ ♪ RIDIN’ THROUGH THE CITY,
THIRTY MAGS (BRRT, BOW) ♪ ♪ NIGGAS SNITCHIN’,
THEY THE POLICE WITH NO
BADGE (WOO, WOO, WOO) ♪ ♪ HOW I GREW UP, MY MOMMA
WITH MY DAD (MOMMA, HUH) ♪ ♪ SO WHEN I BLEW UP I PUT
HER IN A PAD (MANSION) ♪ ♪ I LIKE TO THROW UP
WHEN I THINK ABOUT
THE CRASH (UGH, UGH) ♪ ♪ NOT PLAYIN’, WHEN I
HIT THE TREE I SMELL
THE GAS (HEY, HEY) ♪ ♪ LOOKIN’ AT THE SKY,
THINK ABOUT MY PAST (SKY) ♪ ♪ WHEN I USED TO KICK A DOOR,
SHOOT YOU FOR THE CASH
(BOOT, BOOT, BOOT) ♪ ♪ EVERYBODY HIT THE
FLOOR ‘FORE YOU MAKE
ME MAD (FLOOR) ♪ ♪ YO, I HAD A NIGGA
SOUL LIVIN’ TOO FAST ♪ ♪ PRAYIN’ TO THE LORD,
MY SOUL TO KEEP (KEEP) ♪ ♪ CONTROLLIN’ ME (ME),
TAKE A HOLD OF ME (HOLD) ♪ ♪ BITCHES AIN’T SHIT, GOT
EXPOSED BY E (‘SPOSED) ♪ ♪ SO NAIVE, COLD IN
THE STREETS (STREETS) ♪ ♪ I BEEN CROSSED OUT BY MY
OWN BROTHER (WOO, WOO) ♪ ♪ AIN’T NO RULES IN THE
STREET DON’T TRUST ‘EM ♪ ♪ RAN IT UP AND I
HAD TO GO BUSS IT ♪ ♪ POLICE ‘BOUT TO KICK THE
DOOR NOW WE GOTTA FLUSH IT ♪ ♪ RIDIN’ ON THE BACK STREETS
THINKIN’ ‘BOUT MY BROTHER ♪ ♪ PRAYIN’ THAT HE COME
HOME TO HIS LOVING MOTHER ♪ ♪ CAN’T BELIEVE IT THAT I
GOT IT ALL OUT THE GUTTER ♪ ♪ FACETIME ‘ROUND 3
MIKE IN A PUDDLE ♪ ♪ HOW AM I ‘POSED
TO TAKE IT? (HOW?) ♪ ♪ NIGGAS DYING AROUND THE
SAME TIME I HAD A BABY (HOO) ♪ ♪ HERE GO THE
OPERATOR (OPERATOR) ♪ ♪ LET THE GANG KNOW
PISTOL AIN’T ‘GON MAKE IT
(HE AIN’T ‘GON MAKE IT) ♪ ♪ NOW MY MIND
GOING BRAZY (BRAZY) ♪ ♪ GOT ME FEELING LIKE I WAS
THE CAUSE OF THE HATRED
(I’M THE CAUSE OF IT) ♪ ♪ GOLDEN REVOLVER
WITH THE LASER (BOOP) ♪ ♪ THEY DONE KILLED MY NIGGA
START A WAR BRING THE NATION
(BRRT, BRRT, BRRT, BRRT) ♪ ♪ I GOT A BOSS
SITUATION (BOSS) ♪ ♪ MILITARY BASIS
WHEN WE TRAVEL ‘CROSS
THE NATION (MILITARY) ♪ ♪ DOUBLE UP THE CUP
WITH MAPLE (WOO) ♪ ♪ ABOMINATION ON
YOUR PAPER I GOT ACRES ♪ ♪ BLACK MAN WHEN YOU
WALKING AND YOU LABELED ♪ ♪ BEAT THE ODDS THEY DON’T
WANNA SEE YOU GREATER ♪ ♪ EAT YOU ALIVE LIKE
A LION OR A ‘GATOR ♪ ♪ MOMMA’S CRYING CAUSE
THE POLICE SHOT THEY BABIES ♪ ♪ THEY CROOKED THE MOTHERLAND
THEY DONE TOOK IT (CROOKED) ♪ ♪ THEY TAKE US AND
LOCK US UP AND THROW
THE BUCKLE (TAKE US) ♪ ♪ STARTED RAPPING THEN
I SHOOK IT (SHOOK IT) ♪ ♪ I HATE THE FAME EVERYBODY
KEEP ON LOOKING (FAME) ♪ ♪ WE DONE SOLD OUT
BROOKLYN (SOLD OUT) ♪ ♪ MAN I MISS MY GRANDMA
COOKIN’ (GRANDMA) ♪ ♪ TREAT ME LIKE A DON ‘CAUSE
I’M GIFTED (LIKE A DON) ♪ ♪ I’M A RUN THE MONEY UP
GOTTA GO AND GET IT (HEY) ♪ ♪ I’M A MANIAC GO CRAZY
FOR THE CASH (HEY, CRAZY) ♪ ♪ GREEN LAMBORGHINI,
PAPER TAGS (SKRRT) ♪ ♪ RIDIN’ THROUGH THE CITY,
THIRTY MAGS (BRRT, BOW) ♪ ♪ NIGGAS SNITCHIN’,
THEY THE POLICE WITH NO
BADGE (WOO, WOO, WOO) ♪ ♪ HOW I GREW UP, MY MOMMA
WITH MY DAD (MOMMA, HUH) ♪ ♪ SO WHEN I BLEW UP I PUT
HER IN A PAD (MANSION) ♪ ♪ I LIKE TO THROW UP
WHEN I THINK ABOUT
THE CRASH (UGH, UGH) ♪ ♪ NOT PLAYIN’, WHEN I
HIT THE TREE I SMELL
THE GAS (HEY, HEY) ♪ ♪ LOOKIN’ AT THE SKY,
THINK ABOUT MY PAST (SKY) ♪ ♪ WHEN I USED TO KICK A
DOOR, SHOOT YOU FOR THE
CASH (BOOT, BOOT, BOOT) ♪ ♪ EVERYBODY HIT
THE FLOOR ‘FORE YOU
MAKE ME MAD (FLOOR) ♪ ♪ YO, I HAD A NIGGA
SOUL LIVIN’ TOO FAST ♪ ♪ PRAYIN’ TO THE LORD,
MY SOUL TO KEEP (KEEP) ♪ ♪ CONTROLLIN’ ME (ME),
TAKE A HOLD OF ME (HOLD) ♪ ♪ BITCHES AIN’T SHIT, GOT
EXPOSED BY E (‘SPOSED) ♪ ♪ SO NAIVE, COLD IN
THE STREETS (STREETS) ♪

100 thoughts on “Offset – Red Room (Official Music Video)

  1. offset so hyped up cause cardi. i swear he the least good migo. offset flow and songs all the same .i like him but he get too much clout.

  2. Before I even saw or read the words of Red Room, I already had the revelation of the mystery. All I can tell you is that HE knows all hearts and hears all prayers.

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    Woo

    I'm a maniac go crazy for the cash (hey, brazy)
    Green Lamborghini, paper tags (skrt)
    Ridin' through the city, thirty mags (brrt, bow)
    Niggas snitchin', they the police with no badge (woo, woo, woo)
    How I grew up, my momma was my dad (Momma, huh)
    So when I blew up I put her in a pad (mansion)
    I like to throw up when I think about the crash (ugh, ugh)
    Not playin', when I hit the tree I smell the gas (hey, hey)
    Lookin' at the sky, think about my past (sky)
    When I used to kick a door, shoot you for the cash (boot, boot, boot)
    Everybody hit the floor 'fore you make me mad (floor)
    Devil had a nigga soul livin' too fast (Soul)
    Prayin' to the Lord, my soul to keep (keep)
    Controllin' me (me), take a hold of me (hold)
    Bitches ain't shit, got exposed by E! ('sposed)
    So naive, cold in the streets (streets)

    Sleep on my feet (feet)
    Money turn homies to zombies, they eat (zombies)
    Miss my grandma, she was humble and sweet (grandma)
    I don't speak, let the check talk for me (check, woo)
    I can't sleep 'less the TEC in my reach (TEC)
    Hit the dope, make me choke, make me wheeze (choke)
    Sip the dope, help the pain at ease (hey)
    Tryna get the money 'fore it clean, it was dirty (dirty)
    Playin' football, hide the fire in my girdle (Fire)
    Gettin' locked up, runnin' round in a circle (circle)
    Brother caught fifteen like he did a murder (murder, murder, murder, murder)
    Now my whole family hurtin' (hurtin', hurtin', hurtin', hurtin')
    Tryna see the light but we couldn't pull the curtain
    (Curtain, curtain, curtain, curtain)
    Night time lurkin' (night, night, night)
    Momma said the streetlights 'bout to stop workin' (light, light, light)
    Lookin' at my momma in her eyes (momma)
    Lookin' at me like a new person (new person)
    She tellin' me I need to slow down (slow down)
    The pain don't go away with the Perky (slow down)
    That was when the rap wasn't working (wasn't working)
    Living in the trap it's a search (trap search)
    See my grandma in a hearse (grandma)
    And Pistol P gone in the casket
    Shot's fired nigga blasting (brrt)
    Cops, they arrive start smashing (woop, woop)
    Opps we shoot shots like the Mavericks (opps)
    Vaults put the cash up and we stash it (stash)
    You flop, we doing numbers can't imagine (hey)
    Money tunnel when the roof panoramic (skrt)
    Count the bundles 'til my hand start crampin' (cramp)
    I come with the drip I need a napkin (hey)

    I'm a maniac go crazy for the cash (hey, crazy)
    Green Lamborghini, paper tags (skrt)
    Ridin' through the city, thirty mags (brrt, bow)
    Niggas snitchin', they the police with no badge (woo, woo, woo)
    How I grew up, my momma with my dad (momma, huh)
    So when I blew up I put her in a pad (mansion)
    I like to throw up when I think about the crash (ugh, ugh)
    Not playin', when I hit the tree I smell the gas (hey, hey)
    Lookin' at the sky, think about my past (sky)
    When I used to kick a door, shoot you for the cash (boot, boot, boot)
    Everybody hit the floor 'fore you make me mad (floor)
    Yo, I had a nigga soul livin' too fast
    Prayin' to the Lord, my soul to keep (keep)
    Controllin' me (me), take a hold of me (hold)
    Bitches ain't shit, got exposed by E ('sposed)
    So naive, cold in the streets (streets)

    I been crossed out by my own brother (woo, woo)
    Ain't no rules in the street don't trust 'em
    Ran it up and I had to go buss it
    Police 'bout to kick the door now we gotta flush it
    Ridin' on the back streets thinkin' 'bout my brother
    Prayin' that he come home to his loving mother
    Can't believe it that I got it all out the gutter
    Facetime 'round 3 Mike in a puddle
    How am I 'posed to take it? (how?)
    Niggas dying around the same time I had a baby (hoo)
    Here go the operator (operator)
    Let the gang know Pistol ain't 'gon make it (he ain't 'gon make it)
    Now my mind going brazy (brazy)
    Got me feeling like I was the cause of the hatred (I'm the cause of it)
    Holdin' the revolver with the laser (boop)
    They done killed my nigga start a war bring the nation (brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
    I got a boss situation (boss)
    Military basis when we travel 'cross the nation (military)
    Double up the cup with maple (woo)
    Abomination on your paper I got acres
    Black man when you walking and you labeled
    Beat the odds they don't wanna see you greater
    Eat you alive like a lion or a 'gator
    Momma's crying cause the police shot they babies
    They crooked the motherland they done took it (crooked)
    They take us and lock us up and throw the booklet (take us)
    Started rapping then I shook it (shook it)
    I hate the fame everybody keep on looking (fame)
    We done sold out Brooklyn (sold out)
    Man I miss my Grandma cookin' (grandma)
    Treat me like a don 'cause I'm gifted (like a don)
    I'm a run the money up gotta go and get it (hey)

    I'm a maniac go crazy for the cash (hey, crazy)
    Green Lamborghini, paper tags (skrt)
    Ridin' through the city, thirty mags (brrt, bow)
    Niggas snitchin', they the police with no badge (woo, woo, woo)
    How I grew up, my momma with my dad (momma, huh)
    So when I blew up I put her in a pad (mansion)
    I like to throw up when I think about the crash (ugh, ugh)
    Not playin', when I hit the tree I smell the gas (hey, hey)
    Lookin' at the sky, think about my past (sky)
    When I used to kick a door, shoot you for the cash (boot, boot, boot)
    Everybody hit the floor 'fore you make me mad (floor)
    Yo, I had a nigga soul livin' too fast
    Prayin' to the Lord, my soul to keep (keep)
    Controllin' me (me), take a hold of me (hold)
    Bitches ain't shit, got exposed by E ('sposed)
    So naive, cold in the streets (streets)

  4. @offsetyrn 👋🏾I’m a maniac let’s go 👣crazy for the cash hey 👋🏾paper green people in snitching 👣never seen a soul so:

  5. y nada lo mismo de antes pero en el video, che devolveme la guita que te preste, si no llamo a Quavi y te damos y no consejos Fijate Offsiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

  6. Wow unreal lyrics I literally just noticed this for like the 5th time I listened to this song I actually listened to the lyrics. Unreal

  7. Link to the track : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jIAbaanHV64

    Aight y'all this is a track to salute all real niggaz who wouldn't do a nigga bitch behind they back and the credit for making this free for profit beat goes to.

    M.K Beatz

  8. Good good nice 👌👍👏🔥🔥, the music and the video is good, I love, clean nothing has to say

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