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JAY ROCK lyrics : "Get It Off My Chest"

Yeah, gotta get it off my chest like
^!$$% 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 %#@! 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 $$# on your back

Fake $$# ^!$$%s fake $$# (*##$es I don't trust them
Keep God first, do for my family on my hustle
^!$$%s talk down when they see you on the come up

(*##$es 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 $#&@ with my ambition

Listen, you don't comprehend it my ^!$$% so sit your $$# down
Pay attention my ^!$$%s
These (*##$es on the prowl for them dollars

You gotta understand, #~!!@ is power, seen a ^!$$% get smoke for a (*##$ that wasn't even his so when I $#&@ 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 ^!$$% rolling smokes up five gettin' high

All the time like we suppose to
Hate to watch the news
It's depressing

'Cause ^!$$%s 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 $$# ^!$$%s 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
^!$$% 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


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