JAY ROCK - Get It Off My Chest lyrics

rate me

Yeah, gotta get it off my chest like

Nigga just been thinking

Yeah, uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Gotta get it off my chest,

Gotta get it off my chest like

Yeah, when I say shit I just want people to feel me

You feel me?

Yeah, uh, yeah, look

Mayweather with them hands, Rambo with them gats

Slick with my talk put your ass on your back

Fake ass niggas fake ass b*tches I don’t trust them

Keep God first, do for my family on my hustle

Niggas talk down when they see you on the come up

B*tches steady calling for the pipe like i’m a plumber

Haters, they don’t wanna see me shine for the summer

So I stay upon my grind like 24 hours

No sleep, flow is funky no shower

I'm deep in the hood like a transmission

Can’t fuck with my ambition

Listen, you don’t comprehend it my nigga so sit your ass down

Pay attention my niggas

These b*tches on the prowl for them dollars

You gotta understand, p*ssy is power, seen a nigga get smoke for a b*tch that wasn't even his so when I f*ck me a hoe

Just know the pistol near

I take a look at my life I see it crystal clear

People say i’m the truth so I just keep it real

Like I’m suppose to, sitting in a coaster

My nigga rolling smokes up five gettin' high

All the time like we suppose to

hate to watch the news

it's depressing

'cause niggas always dying every second

I wake up every morning thank the Lord for my blessings

I lost a lot of friends, friends become enemies,

enemies become friends, guess that’s how the game go

When you at the top you spot that's where they aim for

my pride i'll never let go ‘cause if I bow down they chow down, I lose they win

who gonna smile now, I play my part go hard in everything I does

..terrible situations, slippin' I fall, that's what them haters...

I’m just tryin to blow, i'm patiently waiting

like I’m on a boat fishing for trout

I don't live with regrets, I ain’t feeling no doubts

now these fake ass niggas turning out their snots

till we hop out that truck like what's y'all bout

I don’t do it for the fame, I don’t do it for the change

I do it from the heart, for the love of this game

Know how to get paid, with or without the rap

all I need is my partner...

J-A-Y, Rock at the end of that

watch be my City Jack

go ahead and Twitter that

Paper on your head, now call that a Facebook

Yeah I keep goons they only shoot from the waist up

Invest in a strap, go ahead put them weights up

Nigga don’t boxe, they hold glocks when they wake up

That's the way it is, survival is a must

Don’t put no faith in no man

only in God I trust

Thanks to greta

Thanks to twofour for correcting these lyrics