Conscience - OFF THE CHAIN Lyrics

Im finna pop off, started with nothing now I'm on the rise...

They f*ckin with me, cause unlike these other rappers I don't feed you with lies...

I'm not in disguise, I'm stacking this money man straight to the sky...

I'm buzzing like flies, you sorry ass rappers gon meet your demise...

Aye, champion shit, and I treat every game like the championship...

No frauds in my circle meanwhile your whole crew full of snakes who backstabbing you quick...

I do not f*ck with no negative vibes, you acting like that, you a bitch...

Find it ironic how your shit just never goes dumb but you stupid as shit...

Aye, this is the underdog anthem, got a dad bod but i'm handsome...

I'm talking money, a language you ain't understanding, my flow is cold, it's alaskan...

These rappers pussy it wouldn't surprise me if they have been rescued by carole baskin...

You know it's real when the rappers you idolized are now the rappers that you are surpassing...





[Hook:]



Ooooo, I'm the shit that's all I'm saying....

I just pulled up to the party and went super sayian...

Ooooo, life is good, got no complaints...

They all f*cking with me cause I'm off the chain...





[Verse 2: Conscience]



I been wanna open up shop

In my city, but I know a mother f*cker wanna nip my hustle

Whole lotta trappers acting like they really rappers, I could really put em on, but I'm all in my duffle



I been making moves past state lines,

Now I only see the fam through FaceTime

Pockets got me looking bigger at the waistline

Bank rolls, on the boy, stack the plate high



I been on the come up,

If you really tryna one up

Lil bitch sit down,

Ain't a game. You could really die.

Night til the sun up,

On the mic, check run up

Lil bitch you a clown

You ain't never spend a penny wise

Phone calls, hung up

If the money call, what up!

I been checking my account

Watch the digits stack plenty high

Lil boy shut up

Put ya money and ya gun up

I'll be gone. But my sound

Never die like Betty White



This ain't no luck

This is all work

But it's all love

Know yo pockets all hurt



Gave no f*cks

Ever since birth

Never made enough

But I came from the dirt



When I pull up

Like ya bitch skirt,

Everybody jump

Stop tugging on my shirt



You next up?

Oh no sir.

Cause up in the front,

Get in line. I'm first!







[Verse 3: Jerome and Conscience]



I used to be the one everyone laughed at, now I'm the one with the fat stacks...

Never been lazy and always been driven I guess that's why I get the last laugh...

My haters angry as f*ck, and to be honest I really can't blame them...

I haven't blown up, but my time is coming like mama, I made it...

Aye

You laid back

While the boy work hard

You the type to a set a date back

I set alarms

Dreams of whipping that maybach

Ain't too far

Hard to believe when I think back,

I ain't have a car.

'nother year, another weight stacked

But I raise the bar

Every song a one way track

To and from the heart

Numbers now, you can fake

Lotta rappers play a part

But my energy you can't.

Even when I depart.

I feel on top of the world, it's a feeling I've felt for awhile...

Making my living because of the web, I feel like my name should be Miles...

Jerome going up like inflation, Broke boys ain't in the equation...

Dawg the way that I'm running this shit you would think that I'm number eight of the Ravens...
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Bradley Jerome Bison: Writer
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