"OFF MY CHEST" lyrics
Azuxena, Peysoh & Scott Storch Lyrics
Scott Storch
Peysoh
Azuxena
Yeah
Yeah
All this pressure on my mind, but I ain't stressing for a check
Got 'em beggin' for my time, 'cause they know who's the best
Yeah, they blowing up my line, but I just send 'em to the left
I'mma get it off my chest
I'mma get it off my chest
Yeah, yeah
I'm logging in; all you bitches signing out
I'mma find out where these hoes is hiding out
In a droptop, the black is hot just like we in the South
If they try to press me, Peyso get 'em ironed out
I got them looks that will kill ya. I do not know you; you not familiar.
Really got nothing to say except you fake, bitch—I'm realer
I'm seeing through that concealer; I'm thinking that shit is revealing
I'm still catching flights; they still catching feelings
All this pressure on my mind, but I ain't stressing for a check
Got 'em beggin' for my time, 'cause they know I'm the best
Yeah, they blowing up my line, but I just send 'em to the left
I'mma get it off my chest
I'mma get it off my chest
Yeah. I'm dripped in design; I got that money on my neck.
They be waiting on a sign; I just let them hold they breath
This ain't heavy on my heart, but I'mma get it off my chest
I'mma get it off my chest
I'mma get it off my chest
Forever stand on business, bitch—we fuck; it ain't gon' stop
I'll be in two it with my bitch, but we forever; that's my rock
I'm backstreet with a handy; my soul black the day I rot
And if I tell him I fish head, I bet he come back in a box
Confusing my name for a coward; bitch, I ain't dumb and bitch, I ain't stupid
Everyone calling me golden if I was chosen—how could I lose this?
Why you be calling me brother when I wasn't shit; you treated me useless
I'm trying to go pass me a blick; my finger be itching; I'm about to go shoot shit
I'm thinking I'm out of my mind; they telling me, "Chill," but I'm about to spazz
They telling me, "Peysoh, you tripping; just live for the moment," but I'm in the past
They loving me 'cause of the fame, not 'cause I'm human; I sit there and laugh
They telling me, "Stick to the rap," but I will not play—I'm spanking they ass. Ahhh—ahh
All I know is murder—make you bleed for fun
Can't get this feeling off my chest; I can't even run
If I squeeze this trigger once, your face gonna need a lift
My young life, burnt-ass fuck; he caught a body hopping off a lick
Yeah. I'm dripped in design; I got that money on my neck
They be waiting on a sign; I just let them hold they breath
This ain't heavy on my heart, but I'mma get it off my chest
I'mma get it off my chest
I'mma get it off my chest
Peysoh
Azuxena
Yeah
Yeah
All this pressure on my mind, but I ain't stressing for a check
Got 'em beggin' for my time, 'cause they know who's the best
Yeah, they blowing up my line, but I just send 'em to the left
I'mma get it off my chest
I'mma get it off my chest
Yeah, yeah
I'm logging in; all you bitches signing out
I'mma find out where these hoes is hiding out
In a droptop, the black is hot just like we in the South
If they try to press me, Peyso get 'em ironed out
I got them looks that will kill ya. I do not know you; you not familiar.
Really got nothing to say except you fake, bitch—I'm realer
I'm seeing through that concealer; I'm thinking that shit is revealing
I'm still catching flights; they still catching feelings
All this pressure on my mind, but I ain't stressing for a check
Got 'em beggin' for my time, 'cause they know I'm the best
Yeah, they blowing up my line, but I just send 'em to the left
I'mma get it off my chest
I'mma get it off my chest
Yeah. I'm dripped in design; I got that money on my neck.
They be waiting on a sign; I just let them hold they breath
This ain't heavy on my heart, but I'mma get it off my chest
I'mma get it off my chest
I'mma get it off my chest
Forever stand on business, bitch—we fuck; it ain't gon' stop
I'll be in two it with my bitch, but we forever; that's my rock
I'm backstreet with a handy; my soul black the day I rot
And if I tell him I fish head, I bet he come back in a box
Confusing my name for a coward; bitch, I ain't dumb and bitch, I ain't stupid
Everyone calling me golden if I was chosen—how could I lose this?
Why you be calling me brother when I wasn't shit; you treated me useless
I'm trying to go pass me a blick; my finger be itching; I'm about to go shoot shit
I'm thinking I'm out of my mind; they telling me, "Chill," but I'm about to spazz
They telling me, "Peysoh, you tripping; just live for the moment," but I'm in the past
They loving me 'cause of the fame, not 'cause I'm human; I sit there and laugh
They telling me, "Stick to the rap," but I will not play—I'm spanking they ass. Ahhh—ahh
All I know is murder—make you bleed for fun
Can't get this feeling off my chest; I can't even run
If I squeeze this trigger once, your face gonna need a lift
My young life, burnt-ass fuck; he caught a body hopping off a lick
Yeah. I'm dripped in design; I got that money on my neck
They be waiting on a sign; I just let them hold they breath
This ain't heavy on my heart, but I'mma get it off my chest
I'mma get it off my chest
I'mma get it off my chest
