Off the Chain

I'm finna pop off, started with nothing now I'm on the rise
They fuckin with me, cause unlike these other rappers I don't feed you with lies
I'm not in disguise, I'm stacking this money man straight to the sky
I'm buzzing like flies, you sorry ass rappers gon meet your demise
Aye, champion shit, and I treat every game like the championship
No frauds in my circle meanwhile your whole crew full of snakes who backstabbing you quick (Ay)
I do not f*ck with no negative vibes, you acting like that, you a bitch (Ay)
Find it ironic how your shit just never goes dumb but you stupid as shit
Aye, this is the underdog anthem, got a dad bod but I'm handsome
I'm talking money, a language you ain't understanding, my flow is cold, it's Alaskan
These rappers pussy it wouldn't surprise me if they have been rescued by Carole Baskin
You know it's real when the rappers you idolized are now the rappers that you are surpassing
God damn

Ooooo, I'm the shit that's all I'm saying
I just pulled up to the party and went super sayian
Ooooo, life is good, got no complaints
They all fucking with me cause I'm off the chain

I been wanna open up shop
In my city, but I know a mother fucker wanna nip my hustle
Whole lotta trappers acting like they really rappers
I could really put em on, but I'm all in my duffle
I been making moves past state lines
Now I only see the fam through FaceTime
Pockets got me looking bigger at the waistline
Bank rolls, on the boy, stack the plate high
I been on the come up
If you really tryna one up
Lil bitch sit down
Ain't a game, you can really die
Night til the sun up
On the mic, check run up
Lil bitch you a clown
You ain't never spend a penny wise
Phone calls, hung up
If the money call, what up!
I been checking my account
Watch the digits stack plenty high
Lil boy shut up
Put ya money and ya gun up
I'll be gone. But my sound
Never die like Betty White

Now, this ain't no luck
This is all work
But it's all love
Know yo pockets all hurt
Gave no fucks
Ever since birth
Never made enough
But I came from the dirt
When I pull up
Like ya bitch skirt
Everybody jump
Stop tugging on my shirt
You next up?
Oh no sir
Cause up in the front
Get in line, I'm first!

Ooooo, I'm the shit that's all I'm saying
I just pulled up to the party and went super sayian
Ooooo, life is good, got no complaints
They all fucking with me cause I'm off the chain

I used to be the one everyone laughed at, now I'm the one with the fat stacks
Never been lazy and always been driven I guess that's why I get the last laugh
My haters angry as fuck, and to be honest I really can't blame them
I haven't blown up, but my time is coming like mama, I made it

Aye
You laid back
While the boy work hard
You the type to a set a date back
I set alarms
Dreams of whipping that Maybach
Ain't too far
Hard to believe when I think back
I ain't have a car
Another year, another weight stacked
But I raise the bar
Every song a one way track
To and from the heart
Numbers now, you can fake
Lotta rappers play a part
But my energy you can't
Even when I depart

I feel on top of the world, it's a feeling I've felt for awhile
Making my living because of the web, I feel like my name should be Miles
Jerome going up like inflation, broke boys ain't in the equation
Dawg the way that I'm running this shit you would think that I'm number eight of the Ravens (Ay)

Ooooo, I'm the shit that's all I'm saying
I just pulled up to the party and went super sayian
Ooooo, life is good, got no complaints
They all fucking with me cause I'm off the chain