Off My Chest

Aye
I just pulled up to the Stu Get some shit off my mind before I went to the crib
(Takin shit day by day, stayin sane)

Aye, Aye, Aye
I been takin shit day by day, Stayin sane
I got issues that I'm dealing with inside my brain
Tryna make you happy and keep my self happy too
Ain't wit that arguing girl go find you something to do
I miss my brother knowing damn well he ain't coming back
Ain't no drivin in dat cullinan u know I'm sitting the back
Diamonds they gone hit they make ya bitch have asthma attack
Bitch I came from section 8
Now a nigga living great
I might eat some noodles Sometimes I might eat a steak
Don't forget the lobster my lil bitch she proper
Smart just like my mama but a playa like my papa
If she thick and pretty ima put her on my roster
Cut the waves off and got dreads like a Rasta
And I still fuck wit baby j being a playa what I taught her
And tell Ayannie that I'm sorry, baby u should call me
I know I fucked up but I been thinking bout you all week



Credits
Writer(s): Berthel Walters
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