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Off My Chest
Hip-Hop/Rap
Off My Chest was released on May 17, 2025 by Build-A-Zo Workshop as a part of the album Parking Lot Poetry
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Release DateMay 17, 2025
LabelBuild-A-Zo Workshop
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM104

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Alonzo Baxter
Alonzo Baxter
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alonzo Baxter
Alonzo Baxter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chanelle Mims
Chanelle Mims
Engineer
Sergey Malakhov
Sergey Malakhov
Producer

Lyrics

Yo
He said "fuck them bitches"
I don't think he playin', nah
I can't keep on gamin'
Listen to what I'm sayin'
Their thoughts I'm not weighin'
You can only imagine the shit that I heard
Shout out to Kanary, cause these bitches singin' like birds
"Black Benz giving me Santana"
"He giving monkey see, somebody give him bananas"
"He call himself a Barbie, but he look like a Ken"
"Why these boys wanna be females instead of men?"
"It's seemin' like he switchin' boyfriends like lights, like day and night"
Nah bitch, them other ****, they just won't right
See y'all act like big dawgs, but ain't winning the game
I fuck with different rappers, cause they in they own lane
Sol, Jay, Isaiah C., thanks for checking around
Shout out to Juju Anden on that brand new sound
These other bitches sleep on me, you see their nightgowns?
But we searchin' for your bop like a lost and found
They ain't goin' nowhere, like they car impounded
Found my inner peace, that's why I'm so grounded
And when we get high, we get higher than the clouds
We zonin' out bullshit, it's no longer allowed
Just gotta get this off my chest
Been really tryna do my best at
Not giving hoes problems
Cause it be hard to solve em
It's hard to get through my quest Yeah, it would be best if you don't pick back
I look to my left, another hoe piggybackin'
Just know it could get sticky, icky, icky
I don't fuck with everybody, cause I'm picky, icky, icky
Yo,
Just cause you got clout, that don't make you a rapper
Even on Christmas, I could still out rap her
When Zoey pop out, I notice that bitches scatter
I read em like a book, and I'm on the last chapter
They scared I'll out do, so they don't feature me
I mean, I did six features, where them features be?
I think one person couldn't afford the fee
Travel to the A record, where them peaches be
See, everybody need help, till you need it back
Just keepin' it a hunnid, like some ones in a stack
Mean Barbie, man, I hate to be a Brat
But a lot of you hoes really bein' copycats
Nah, and I'm not talkin' copyin' me
Even though my name buzzin' like a branch with some bees
They be thinkin' they the shit, but where your album at?
I bet one band ain't no album planned
I got a hundred folk behind me like a marching band
I got one **** beside me, always holdin' my hand
And I love that **** dearly, cause that **** a man
Last ****, they was fake, like a spray on tan
Damn
"He really think he Nicki"
Nah, I just know, if she heard me, she would pick me
I ain't gon' lie to you hoes, yes, that's my second mother
And you hoes gon' be sick, when my ass get discovered
Gotta get this off my chest
Just gotta get this off my chest
Been really tryna do my best at
Not giving hoes problems
Cause it be hard to solve em
It's hard to get through my quest Yeah, it would be best if you don't pick back
I look to my left, another hoe piggybackin'
Just know it could get sticky, icky, icky
I don't fuck with everybody, cause I'm picky, icky, icky
Just gotta get this off my chest
Been really tryna do my best at
Ignoring these ran downs
Cause they need a handout
Timin' for them ran out
Timin' for them, really ticking, ticking, ticking
Last time, bein' mean, I'm done picking-icking
Just know it could get sticky, icky, icky
I don't fuck with everybody, cause I'm picky, icky, icky
No
Don't pick back
Don't pick back
I don't fuck with everybody, cause I'm picky, icky, icky
Just know it could really get sticky, icky, icky
Written by: Alonzo Baxter
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