Ricky Conaway - Off My Chest lyrics

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 k**ing 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 be 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 k** a rapper, if you wanna fight then start it Practiced rap so long that everything look 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 k**er 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 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