OFF MY CHEST

Raise the bar like I’m doing a bench-press
Got some shit I need to get up off my chest
I won’t stop 'til they consider me the best
Nothing more, nothing less, can’t compare me to the rest
Nah
Raise the bar like I’m doing a bench-press
Got some shit I need to get up off my chest
I won’t stop till they consider me the best
Nothing more, nothing less, can’t compare me to the rest, nigga
They dropped the ball like it’s January 1st
In a pandemic, really never thought it could get worse
If the label ain’t gon' push it, you keep putting in that work
Love my brother Joey, he the first one, took us all to Turks
Freed me from my deal and now I’m fully independent
Praying to my ancestors, I am their descendant
Things been on the up and up, don’t make me start descending
I’ve been listening to all the messages that y’all been sending
Baby on the way, can’t take my foot off the gas
You talk shit about me, I’m gon' put my foot in your ass
I’m about to cop a safe that I’m gon' fill up with cash
My left palm keep on itching like I’m getting a rash
Took my time perfecting my craft, they said I’m taking long
Waited three years and a half, what you waiting on?
Fuck you must heard, this that Grey Poupon
I’m about to shine my fucking light just like the break of dawn
I ain’t dimming it for no one, tryna build my ark like Noah
On the internet they show guns, so just treat me like a shogun
In the strip club, throw some more ones
I’ve been solid as the Rock, you can see I’m no Samoan but you get the line
Better get in line, fell in love with hip-hop when I first heard Tribe singing «Check The Rhime»
As a kid I used to always dream of getting signed
Back at they used to say «Yo CJ lemme get a dime»
So Ibrahim while Cole was making «Born Sinner»
That was years ago, I promised they wouldn’t remember
Had a cypher in the staircase, hit me and two members
Been a fan of Cole music since that one song Simba
Spring 2013, lost Steelo last Christmas
We all went looking for him, we thought he was missing
Ain’t know what to do, I wish things had went different
Guess we couldn’t see the signs just because we were kids then
Ain’t know what it looked like but that was depression
Lost our ringleader, it taught us a lesson
Left his mark on us, he made an impression
Think about him every day because we all miss him
We still on that 47 shit (That's a fact)
All the knowledge you was dropping, I just can’t forget
You should see your influence, how you’re still relevant
Know how he rocks, so every single word I said, I meant
We rode that bus from to to settlements
Used to say I loved you and I meant that shit
Was one day older but it still felt like a mentorship
Must’ve returned to where you came cause you were heaven sent
Raise the bar like I’m doing a bench-press
Got some shit I need to get up off my chest
I won’t stop till they consider me the best
Nothing more, nothing less, can’t compare me to the rest
Nah
Raise the bar like I’m doing a bench-press
Got some shit I need to get up off my chest
I won’t stop till they consider me the best
Nothing more, nothing less, can’t compare me to the rest, nigga
Fly!