Lyrics:
Gettin deep in my thoughts just to get shit off my sternum
Chest/chess, I never played but made many a moves
I still blame it on session cause I can't
Reaper’s home)
Beat my fist over my chest
Lick the blood from off your neck
Set my sights on your weakness
You ready for what happens next?
I drag my claws
live in the stu
If I get some shit off my chest
I'll put a hater to rest
I put a hater to rest
Had to get this shit up off of my chest
The way that I'm
got that work, got bitches in my condo
Just bought a shirt that cost a Mercedes-Benz car note
From the A to Toronto, we let the metal go off
And my
passed by your apartment
Still the day you left
I can tell my heart went
There's no easy way of saying this so
Here's to getting this off my chest
Didn't
to introduce the judge to my searcher
AKA Tortuous, from the east not the west
Bad bitch show your chest
Melodic starts the mental test
Lurking class, I see dead
And I couldn't sell out my ci-ty,
Murder now to come up, move,
Bone'll be bringin' that city, wit me pin me,
Nigga, this the team, by the way, don't
Got that pain in my chest
I won't stop feeling that pain until these n****as know I am up next
I am depressed
Everyday I feel so stressed
Now my whole
my heart ripped out of my chest
Leave me off the list of reasons why you left
Leave me here with my heart ripped out of my chest
Don't wait for this
off to tomorrow what can happen today
Because life won't stop moving 'til it passes away
I do this for my soul, not for capital gain
Open up my chest
you don't I'll come out shootin' with my head in a bird's chest
Pissed off, the way I'm always soundin'
Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found
tried to slack off
Now 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off
My name is chuckie, some say I'm insane
You give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's
Going through 'em, going through it
Running up these hoes like a check
Gotta let it go up off your chest
Let me see what you tryna get into
Bitch better know by the end year
That my rate gonna cost you some limbs, ay
Feeling like 316 up in the bitch
When I drip better learn how to swim, ay
cheese
I'm trying to let this off my chest I got a lot of shit to say
You can swipe on any visa card now we laughing to the bank
Don't care about a price
coo
You know I just never stress
cy
Yeah it's on my mind
But it never gets the best
Best
Best is what you get
If you want it it'll rest
By the work you
to switch the hue 'cause them LA boys smuggy
But more likely to get hurt by somebody who love me
My lady, she don't trust me (nah), know I'm a sick puppy
of the Starship TICAL
As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this evening for H-O-T
N-I-S, you get splashed with the Tec
TICAL
As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this even Mr H-O-T
N-i-x, you get splashed with the Tec
Nobody
column
That's the plan of attack when I'm fixing my problems
Wish my chest wasn't having to get these rhymes off 'em
But the fact that I have so many
head up (boom, boom)
Get your chest out (boom, boom)
Get your bread up (boom, boom)
Yo, first and foremost we gon' be good my nigga
Shit, try
Dickies and a Carhartt vest
I'm a farmer through and through, don't confuse me with the Left
Eauzone what I'm reppin' thundercloud on my chest
Other teams
takes the "S" off my chest
Cause the "S" on my chest makes a mess
Settling for Superman, stupid man, put on your glasses
Now your (ass) be slow guessing
bout 30 Gs
Keep bout 30 Gs
Off of flippin Ps
Get them Cvv’s
For the VVS
Drippin down my Chest
Yea it get ha wet
I don’t wanna fuck
I just want the neck
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