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key, locals only
Little bamboo, run down rum shack
It's you and me baby, nobody can phone me
Yeah, we're way off the grid, no, we don't need a map

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the vocals do
Anybody get it internationals and locals too
Gone head ring me up and ask her what’s the total boo
Lookin at my wallet why it’s straight and that

Yeah a buss down with the Audemar 
How the hell we rocking plain jane
How the hell my niggas still local
How the hell we not fully froze 
Buss down

sneaking, I ain't hiding
Niggas know me, I be local
You can see me, boy I'm flying
I takeoff yea I'm on one
Lil homie blowing up in the city
Yea he should

of the deceased must be burned
Banking, markets and retail have been suspended indefinitely
cll civilian travel is banned
The electrical power grid is being cut

the locals
She just left town for the culture
But she had a break down feeling lonesome
Packed her bag up and the Benz truck
On her way back home, she hopeful

I watch the grid get blown, as the sky is ejected
While the whole scene look like a fireworks commencement
Living in a city where lights shine

wisdom prescription
From bi-focals to tri-focals, my Pineal refracts opal
Went from local to national, to Worldwide, then to galactical
A smoove move

buttons in this Bigass grid,
Put this beat on a shirt the way I'm pressin this shit
This game like battleship
Cuz you get caught in the cross
And you can

trust in me we going global
I look around, I'm peepin' all the locals
(They ain't shit)
They look at me and I'm on top the podium
(Yeah)
But it's funny

give me that ten-four
Acting all bougie imma buy yo ass a four for four
Take you to the hood imma turn you to da local hoe
I'm passive aggressive but

know
You see how they switching sides that shit weak aye
Niggas claim they real but real niggas dont speak aye
I be off the grid I don't tweet I don't

know
You see how they switching sides that shit weak aye
Niggas claim they real but real niggas don't speak aye
I be off the grid I don't tweet I don't

O dau și off the dome, tu o dai off pă beat
O dau și pă fast flow, o dau și off the grid (hă)
N-am mai înnebunit de ceva timp
Și ăștia vor să mă vadă

success while you care 'bout the drip
Like Kanye the G.O.A.T I'm 'gon be off the grid
Ay, giving BOZO, doing coco on low low
That is what you fucking do lil

glaucoma 
Fake is the prescription like your bag from local couture 
I’m no one to say but my mouth is a motor 
It’s runnin' with twin turbos 
Ain’t no

the grid

Sneaking and creeping on the fringes of society
From under my hood I can smell their anxiety
I hide in my shell but time is drawing near
Serving

must want the promo, must feel important
Who is these niggas? don't know y'all boys
Sound like they local, don't know y'all boys
Niggas just lame, time

a specialized industry
You just a local guy rappin with a vocal fry
And they don't know you nah, secretly they hope you die
I'm so hungry like them rappers gettin

the starry skys expose us
I know these streets but I'm lost in the grid. we closed the deal but I'm still here waisting my time on these stupid things.
Still

up every crack
Every crevice on earth and
Spread the Doppel Gospel
Pay me in Hennessy and shorties
From your local brothel
The world depend on me

Vives en mi grid
Yo sigo en mi grind
Money over feels
Od'd de esa bitch

Nado en agua gris
Hundió mi Prestige
No todo es por ti
No todo es por mí

De mi

moving up
Off the grid
Ain't nowhere we can't go
Halos, tango
Took your main hoe
Like Los Santos
I be bussin, bussin
These little funky asses can't fuck