Off The Muscle Lyrics

I got it off the muscle niggas reluctant to hustle

I had to grind I'm talking constant refusal to struggle

I refuse to roll over and die, if you had two options do or die

I bet you would roll ova and cry

But I refuse to buckle

I heard the yarns around town and honestly I can help but chuckle

I can't help but laugh

I see your in the dark

18+ no income still drinking in the park

Ay I can be ya spark

And I can put you on

But I can't stand lil fish who be acting like they're fucking sharks

Give a nigga a big, tell him run with it, watch that nigga fumble

I got it off the muscle

Niggas reluctant to hustle

I had to grind it was constant refusal to struggle

Feel like the 2020 Lakers balling like I'm in the bubble

Gave my mum a big stack, here this' for all your troubles

You still living at your mamas, every day ya ass in trouble

You got no money so how ya ass always in humble

I swear it's always the brokest niggas that be ready to rumble

And it's never 1s, niggas turn a scrap to a royal rumble

Step a nigga out without they gang, I guarantee they crumble

Talk with chest online but got no voice bunch of mumbo jumbo

Big man talk with chest, can't no one make a nigga mumble

I got it off the muscle

Niggas reluctant to hustle

I been making gains nigga I ain't talking bout weights

I'm talking bout the stacks I lift every time I paper chase

I be raising racks, I'm not lifting a dumbbell

So much repetitions I might as well deadlift a duffle

I got it off the muscle

Niggas reluctant to hustle

Your whole gang broke but rap bout money and cars? Cuz you leave me puzzled

Heard niggas putting money on my head huh

Nigga you heard what I said

You been looking fed

Niggas hella hungry heard they moving like the Feds

Tryna put me in the red

Tryna put me in the bed early

I suggest you go and get your bread

Pull on me I bet I put you on your head

Ten toes everywhere I fucking step

Heavy hands coming, feel like some fucking bullets to ya head

MT6K money team that's what I rep, rent free yeah, I bet I'm living in your head

Plotting on me tryna get me got

Every since I got a bag mandem moving kinda hot

Had to take a step back to really see what's what

Ain't no sitting on the fence, your either with me or not

Money on my head, that's wasted bread, go get your money back

Niggas claim they're rude or die, see beef and they start running back

Remember I ain't had a pot to piss in, now they all coming back

(Niggas all coming back and shit man bums)

I got it off the muscle

Niggas reluctant to hustle

I had to grind and it was constant refusal to struggle

We don't steal around here, if I want it I'm taking it off ya

Free smoke, I call Keefy he gon pull up and then drop you

Heard niggas nowadays they be fighting with they weapons

Even heard when they do it they calling em steppers

Then I must be a crawler

Same niggas be boasting bout money, be the ones begging in the corner

It's getting hot, is this a studio or a fucking sauna

You do you, I'll do me unless you wanna deal with trauma

Ask the streets no cap, from young I been a fucking brawler

Needless to say but I switched it from brawler to baller

From foot soldiers, we made it to the shot callers

From foot soldiers, we made it to the shot callers

I got it off the muscle

Niggas reluctant to hustle

I had to grind and it was constant refusal to struggle