Off My Chest

I gotta get things off my chest, I got lows and I got stress
I got more O's on my checks That brought foes and hoes respect
I gotta, I gotta, I gotta get these, uh
I gotta, I gotta, I gotta get these, uh
Run with it, run with it, dog I ain't never fumble it dog, hell nah
Run with it, run with it, dog I ain't never fumble it dog, hell nah

I got snakes round me. Talk them talk too cheap
Rats gon' squeak for the cheese
Money ain't shit, you sweet
Got a lot and split it, we gone
Told Kyle they been waiting, they been waiting too long
Weighing on my chest, like I'm smoking this strong
Money don't mean shit when you got loans
Money don't mean shit when you ain't got a home
You can buy this for the tax
Smoke what I put on wax
I ain't tryna go too hard
Boy, I just speak these facts
And we heard your new shit
Boy, you need to relax
Damn, they saying Sy
Boy, you ain't need to spaz
I'm on your ass

Run with it, run with it, dog I ain't never fumble it dog, hell nah
Run with it, run with it, dog I ain't never fumble it dog, hell nah
Run with it, run with it, dog I ain't never fumble it dog, hell nah
Run with it, run with it, dog I ain't never fumble it dog, hell nah

Bring em out, bring em out I'm tryna see them hands like I ran in your house
Tryna see them bands, I been planning it out
Ten toes to the floor, no fans in the south yeah, I'm hot though
Black duffel bag, 50 racks in it, nachos
You ain't got sauce or the juice, yeah, you not no
Bishop you ain't had Steel hand on the fence
And no offense, but your shit don't knock right
Not nice, baby I'm mean like the cop lights
Stop right there, I don't care what you talk like
Block like Dikembe, Rock like Dwayne
Pop like the champagne, fuck what you saying
I'm angry, bitter as a grapefruit
Hit it where it hurts, I'm the worst, say thank you

I gotta, I gotta, I gotta get this, yeah
Run with it, run with it, dog I ain't never fumble it dog, hell nah
Run with it, run with it, dog I ain't never fumble it dog, hell nah