Brandon Mosc - Off The Chest (Interlude) Lyrics

Aye I don't spit it off the dome just to get it off my chest
I find a loop and off a beat while I work at my office desk
And by no means is that meant for me at all to get off a flex
Cause at this job I do an awful lot and make some awful checks
I'm not from Boston, dawg, but more than anything I'm about to sell ticks
Cause to get it off my chest, through they chest I know they felt it
And dealt with open hands it's most demands than ever help
And it's a pain in my ass like that old belt that momma pelted
And they don't know about that though, dawg, cause it's that 2K23
A different moon and feel my era is as close as it could be
Armed with nuclear V's, I'm tryna see how far these arms could reach
How much these thoughts could teach
And run the game like reverends when I preach
Keep more juice than a Georgia peach
Come take a peek and peep the fact
When that boy raps that he ain't even reach his peak,
Look overseas, bombs Rock a fella and in the US Memphis bleak
Chiraq is bleak, St. Louis bleak
Feel like the whole globe needs some peace
So it don't hit the same for me when I hear artists talking teeth
And they play that shit like seven days straight and it's still weak
But here I be without a paddle when I speak and up a creek
Might implode with all my verses when submersing it too deep
Then I go back to raps about the cactus Jacks that's on my feet
Difference is it's not the only thing my brain can f*cking breach
Act like we cannot worship God, it's only Christian Louis B's
Can't work no 9 to 5's, cause the cool shit is the streets
Yeah, they cannot worship God, only Christian Louis B's
Can't work no 9 to 5's, cause the cool shit is the streets
But these dudes be broken, ain't shit cool about broken families
I know it all too well & wish I didn't motherf*cker please...