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

  1. help me sucess pls ,i so want https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rOM1jw_yrsg https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rOM1jw_yrsg https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rOM1jw_yrsg https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rOM1jw_yrsg

  2. Offset.. Tell the gang the pistol ain't gonna make it.. Copy that

    Mad lyrics from offset

    Cardi…. Coming out strong for the remix.. 💪💪

  3. all black american singers writting the same shit but they never thought about the reasons of that facts. what about guns laws in the US, ?

  4. No cash, cars, clothes, girls, thug life, but the true story behind everything. This song really hits me deep in my heart.

  5. 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)
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  6. Mormon NAZI in Meridian Idaho killing my niggas …..No worries….Allah is coming hard. 🇮🇷🇮🇷🇮🇷🇮🇷🇮🇷🇮🇷🇮🇷🇮🇷🇮🇷🇮🇷

  7. When he Said "He swerved In DA tree Dis some real sh*t so this man was in da street tryna take his life offset swerved and hit a tree luckily A man was walking to work when he saw the accident so he helped offset walk and get where he need to be he bought the man a car.

  8. I bet if I could see this video 10 years ago and every other dark video all at once instead of a gradual build up of just depressing shit over the years, I would’ve never listened to rap..

  9. 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)

  10. Bringing back biggie would be impossible, this is good, but rap music has gone backwards in my humble opinion.

  11. @FFearFFul وين امستردام؟؟الهدوء ما قبل العاصفه………عاصفه بلا رحمه البث المباشر الساعه8 يوم الاثنين عصابه بن دله ضد عصابه البرفيسور

  12. Metro went insane on this beat, it ain’t just any beat you can actually feel it it’s amazing and offset killed it as usual and spat some deep shit, this song so underrated it’s amazing 🔥🔥🔥

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