In 'Stuck Off the Leash', Ian the Rapper dives into the complexities of ego, loyalty, and the harsh truths of life. The lyrics reflect on the importance of genuine connections amidst the superficiality of fame and fortune, all while showcasing Ian's unique style and lyrical prowess.
Stuck up off the leash but you
Ain’t shit without your dogs around
I’m seeing through your ego
Like an x-ray or an ultrasound
Switching on your people?
Shit gets lethal, when the cards are down
I’ve been here way before you
And I’ll still be when you’re long on out
Lines hit like a shaulker spell
More bullshit than my mail account
You’re the type to ball on out
I’m the type to raise your bail amount
Standing by the railing now,
Dispensing all my feelings out
When you hit the ceiling is when
Life begins to bring you down
I climbed over highest summits
Depression, I suffer from it
But that pen that I use to flood it
You write for the fashion of it
Bragging about them catches
Manufactured for cash to come in
My lashes are next to nothing
You’re another that’s yet to run in
Keep on fronting, I can see your bluff
Bleed em when the deed is up
Can’t pawn off when the king is stuck
Doomed like RIP to Ghidorah
Please don’t go act different when
You finally see the sheet is up
Aim a sweeper to go clean em up
And ask me if you bleed enough
Chords not available
Beat not available
Stuck up off the leash but you
Ain’t shit without your dogs around
I’m seeing through your ego
Like an x-ray or an ultrasound
Switching on your people?
Shit gets lethal, when the card are down
I’ve been here way before you
And I’ll still be when you’re long on out
Lines hit like a shaulker spell
More bullshit than my mail account
You’re the type to ball on out
I’m the type to raise your bail amount
Standing by the railing now,
Despensing all my feelings out
When you hit the ceiling is when
Life begins to bring you down
I climbed over highest summits
Depression, I suffer from it
But that pen that I use to flood it
You write for the fashion of it
Bragging about them catches
Manufactured for cash to come in
My lashes are next to nothing
You’re another that’s yet to run in
Keep on fronting, I can see your bluff
Bleed em when the deed is up
Can’t pawn off when the king is stuck
Doomed like RIP to Ghidorah
Please don’t go act different when
You finally see the sheet is up
Aim a sweeper to go clean em up
And ask me if you bleed enough
Drake, Ian the rapper