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Off The Chest
Hip-Hop/Rap
Off The Chest was released on July 17, 2026 by WARecords as a part of the album Off The Chest - Single
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Release DateJuly 17, 2026
LabelWARecords
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Arichussettes
Arichussettes
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Arichussettes
Arichussettes
Lyrics
Ryan Cooper
Ryan Cooper
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lit on da Product
Lit on da Product
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, yo
Every Tuesday
I know it's been a minute
Lit on the product
Misled Minds, you already know
Finna slide up in this booth
Take it off the top
Show you how I rock
Yeah
Shout out to the Berg fam, baby
Yo, listen, I know it been a minute
But I slid out on this beat and yo, I'm all up in it
Riding down, coming through with the truck
Looking at you mean like I don't give a fuck
You suck
You looking broken like you stuck
You stuck
You looking wack and like you suck
I been getting busy getting paper
So you know me, homie, I ain't no hater
You know me, homie, I bring the flavor
Yeah, heard you a captain ho saver
Bring you down like I'm an Oakland Raider
Wait a minute, they moved out to Las Vegas
I hit the strip and I lost some paper
'Cause sometimes you get hit and the game breaks you
And I been busy all up in my shop
Alcoholic, thinking I got brain rot
Yo, it's foggy
But I'm in the spot
Keep it froggy
My gun, it'll make you hot
The world is small, B
You can take a shot
Me and my life, I fucking take a lot
I'll take your spot
I'll take your block
I'll take you on a ride, motherfucker, stop
That's what your boo screaming, this demon coming out my chest
I think I'm the illest motherfucker that blessed
And I know that I don't smoke no fucking stress
And I strolled out from the west
But then I became a New Englander
Put on my jewels and yo, I bling at ya
Ping at ya
With my gun, motherfucker, that I bring to ya
Better duck when I'm running up and singing to ya
I got tired of fighting
And lately, I feel like I been tired of writing
So I came up in the booth and spit it 'til you blinding
Savage like a dragon when I'm coming up behind you
I'm glad this ain't the past when I was grinding
'Cause masked up in your house is where you'd find me
Now I'm in the spot holding the razor blades
And I ain't talking rock, homie, talking fades
We shutting down your shop because we chop for days
Even got my son with razor blades to face
Ain't worried 'bout the cops and I ain't giving chase
'Cause nowadays I'm legal, got no time to waste
I'm feeling uninspired, man, I'm telling you
Used to be up in the streets as motherfucking felon who
Used to be up with the guns and fucking telling you
What to do if you ain't doing what I say, well then I boom
I'm still a gangster every day until I lay in tomb
You're still a lame is what I heard that they all say to you
And if you can move a brick, then I can bang out too
You ain't shit, homie, listen what I say to you
And this ain't no shit I'm spitting off my phone
I'm chilling in the booth and my homies home
The sun is on the board and yo, I'm in my zone
Smoking on this dro, you know I cough it up
'Cause that's the way I rock, you know I gotta smoke
Let my grinder chop and then I rock this flow
Written by: Arichussettes, Ryan Cooper
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