[Lyric] Off The Leash (Brodie James)

[Chorus: Brodie James]
You got stank on your breath, shit talk
I'm all for the [?], big dog
Prayin' to the angels when I break another ankle
[?] 'bout to make a jaunt, criss cross
I don't even need 'em, [?]
I'm my own boss, Rick Ross
Got me feelin' like a [?] 'cause these bitches cannot see me
I just really want to [?] tick tock

[Verse 1: Brodie James]
They say that I'm frontin', they think I'll be nothin'
But I keep on pushin' 'cause fuck what they said
Most of us hiccup but some of us switch up
My closest of friends just leap to the feds
I pray they watch 'em 'cause I know they plottin'
They buzzin' and that shit go straight to they head
But I don't promote it and I don't do votin'
'Cause I prefer [?] my present is dead
You say that you 'bout it, you forgin' a lot
You sparkin' it up like it's Fourth of July
No wonder the murder rate's at an all high
The government's plottin' our death in disguise
Everyone puttin' they faith in the bullet
They talkin' that tough shit 'til it's time to pull it
I'll rep [?] all my pros that ain't with me
I'm back to get busy, bitch, fifty-one fifty
[Chorus: Brodie James]
You got stank on your breath, shit talk
I'm all for the [?], big dog
Prayin' to the angels when I break another ankle
[?] 'bout to make a jaunt, criss cross
I don't even need 'em, [?]
I'm my own boss, Rick Ross
Got me feelin' like a [?] 'cause these bitches cannot see me
I just really want to [?] tick tock

[Verse 2: Blahzay Roze]
These hoes still talkin' 'bout me, please
Better shut it 'fore I catch you in the streets
Weak-ass bitch, don't want no beef?
I'm the type to leave your body in the bottom of a creak
Yeah I'm a freak, speak my mind
Don't fuck with them hoes 'cause I ain't got time
I write my rhymes, 'cause I'm that bitch
Leave a hottie dead body in a ditch and dip
Yeah I'm a trip, bite my lip
Rhyme so sick make it bounce on the floor
MVP, I shoot high score
Drop one track, now they want more
I don't give a fuck about shit, bitch
Pull up on my crew and get hit, bitch
All up in my face like lipstick
You know I can't relate to no dipshit
[Chorus: Brodie James]
You got stank on your breath, shit talk
I'm all for the [?], big dog
Prayin' to the angels when I break another ankle
[?] 'bout to make a jaunt, criss cross
I don't even need 'em, [?]
I'm my own boss, Rick Ross
Got me feelin' like a [?] 'cause these bitches cannot see me
I just really want to [?] tick tock