Off My Chest

[Verse]
I’m saucin' on the fakes, no tartar
People push the envelope but I just push it farther
Although my God’s the light of my life, these days feel darker
I been tryna get the ladies but I ain’t no Zach Carter
Take an eye from Desiigner and I give it back to Fetty
I turn the other cheek when my hitters come back and hit me
Filled up a newspaper with obituaries from beats I’m killing
Walt Disney himself is in my basement straight chilling
With Minnie and Mickey
Lines silly
Rollercoaster thrilling
Life’s highs and lows
Overflowed with dope quotes and no notes
Unless I’m singin'
Feelin' like I’m New Edition
'Cause if it isn’t love why am I feeling these feelings that I been feelin' for ya?
Doubt me if you want to but I’ll be goin' far, yeah
I got more drive in me than people drivin' cars, bet
I could kill a rapper, if you wanna fight then start it
Practiced rap so long that everything is lookin' like a target
Sit as you watch me go pro
I can rap, even though I’m pale
You cannot stop me alone
What’s a tadpole to a killer whale?
When am I not in my zone?
Believe it or not, it’s hard to fail
Win on my own, God on my phone
And he’s tellin' me I’m doin' well
I hope you ain’t tryna compete tho
Want beef? Go peep burritos
Flow back to back like Aubrey Graham
I might just get hit with that R.I.C.O
I’m chillin' with all my amigos
The flow is as crazy as we go
When we hear a song by the Migos
On radio, blastin' that stuff like it’s weed though
I’m stayin' up late writin' raps
I’m layin' up, bank, titan cash
My Lord loves the little ones
But I’m still lookin' down at em
Lovin' the little puns
Keep the peace, leave me be, I’m doin' me
Jesus cheesin', keepin me from losin' beats
People claim they bang guns
Take the place of 'em
Still the same
I came up where I came from
Still a slave to the pay cut
Tryna make bank and thank the Lord
Never gonna change up
Pissed with it
Local rappers straight pissin' me off
But I stay on this lame front
Nintendo in the flesh, this is my game son
Battle me, got heat like hot stew
Out here with my homies, comin' through when we spot you
Left hook to the chin and nostril
Put ya lights out like I’m Nosferatu
Every shirt I got look imported
I’m bad at dancin' but that’s not important
Makin' songs starting at 6 in the mornin'
And I’m eatin' beats up, feelin' sick in the mornin'
Saucin' everywhere like I’m a piece of pizza
Flow so cold, it’s like I locked it in the freezer
If my lines get any sicker or hotter, then it’s probably a fever
Constant on the features
Boy I’m poppin' out of every speaker
I got size fifteens, it’s hard findin' sneakers
So I’m tryna get a deal and be like Kanye and Adidas
Get behind me, 'cause I’m followin' my leader
Possibly the keeper to the key to finally finding freedom
Believe it or not, that was mostly off the dome
Shoutout to Conaway for the rest of all these quotes
That’s my ghost
He’s the goat
Don’t lil bro me
Had to get this off my chest, lil homie
Josiah