OFF MY CHEST - Cj Fly

Raise the bar like I’m doing a bench-press

Got some shit I need to get up off my chest

I won’t stop 'til they consider me the best

Nothing more, nothing less, can’t compare me to the rest

Nah

Raise the bar like I’m doing a bench-press

Got some shit I need to get up off my chest

I won’t stop till they consider me the best

Nothing more, nothing less, can’t compare me to the rest, nigga

They dropped the ball like it’s January 1st

In a pandemic, really never thought it could get worse

If the label ain’t gon' push it, you keep putting in that work

Love my brother Joey, he the first one, took us all to Turks

Freed me from my deal and now I’m fully independent

Praying to my ancestors, I am their descendant

Things been on the up and up, don’t make me start descending

I’ve been listening to all the messages that y’all been sending

Baby on the way, can’t take my foot off the gas

You talk shit about me, I’m gon' put my foot in your ass

I’m about to cop a safe that I’m gon' fill up with cash

My left palm keep on itching like I’m getting a rash

Took my time perfecting my craft, they said I’m taking long

Waited three years and a half, what you waiting on?

Fuck you must heard, this that Grey Poupon

I’m about to shine my fucking light just like the break of dawn

I ain’t dimming it for no one, tryna build my ark like Noah

On the internet they show guns, so just treat me like a shogun

In the strip club, throw some more ones

I’ve been solid as the Rock, you can see I’m no Samoan but you get the line

Better get in line, fell in love with hip-hop when I first heard Tribe singing

Check the Rhime

As a kid I used to always dream of getting signed

Back at they used to say «Yo CJ lemme get a dime»

So Ibrahim while Cole was making Born Sinner

That was years ago, I promised they wouldn’t remember

Had a cypher in the staircase, hit me and two members

Been a fan of Cole music since that one song Simba

Spring 2013, lost Steelo last Christmas

We all went looking for him, we thought he was missing

Ain’t know what to do, I wish things had went different

Guess we couldn’t see the signs just because we were kids then

Ain’t know what it looked like but that was depression

Lost our ringleader, it taught us a lesson

Left his mark on us, he made an impression

Think about him every day because we all miss him

We still on that 47 shit (That's a fact)

All the knowledge you was dropping, I just can’t forget

You should see your influence, how you’re still relevant

Know how he rocks, so every single word I said, I meant

We rode that bus from to to settlements

Used to say I loved you and I meant that shit

Was one day older but it still felt like a mentorship

Must’ve returned to where you came cause you were heaven sent

Raise the bar like I’m doing a bench-press

Got some shit I need to get up off my chest

I won’t stop till they consider me the best

Nothing more, nothing less, can’t compare me to the rest

Nah

Raise the bar like I’m doing a bench-press

Got some shit I need to get up off my chest

I won’t stop till they consider me the best

Nothing more, nothing less, can’t compare me to the rest, nigga

Fly!