Step Back

Original, yeah, you know I made it
I write my verses, I ain't sendin' payments
Steady growin' like a credit statement
I swipe a beat and then it's renovated
Forget the top, Ima decapitate it
I'm level headed, but their heads are weighted
Like a table waitin' on a refill
I'm a starvin' man, but I've been acclimated
Yo
Yeah
Starvin' for more, I have been starvin' for more
Stayin' the course
Tryin' to stable the source of energy when I record
See you make a dollar, but I make a dream
While you're gettin' paid, I do it all for free
Forget about a wage
Remember half of me is all I need to out do half of these dudes

Hit 'em with a beat like a bag of bricks
And I ain't even ill willed, but I know I'm sick
I got a bunch of bars tucked away like magic tricks
You can read 'em off your notes, but for me words stick
A simple kid without a single tat
My wrist is hotter than a summer day in my town Phoenix
Did it click
I had a bunch of people tellin' me that I wouldn't do it
And now I did it
Funny thing is they don't even acknowledge it, man
On my own, I don't hold hands
Unless my girl's askin' for that
Beautiful, she'd leave you in a trance
But she's mine
Beats die when I rhyme on mics
I had to slow it down for a second
Like I said on record seven, don't forget it
No

Step back, this is me
Spit facts
Only thing I do is what I do
I ain't here to please
Step back, this is me
Spit facts
Only thing I do is what I do
I ain't here to please

Ima keep doin' what I do
Grab equipment and we go shoot
Got my girl with gimbal on the move
I edit videos in post too
We'll tabletop a label, then we'll sit and LOL
Independent is the only way I roll
My bread and butter's gonna be the microphone
The day I quit is the day I don't
Woo

They're gonna come across one of my tracks, and I promise they'll be taken back
Like it's their birthday with balloons and cake
They're like "Woah, wasn't expecting that"
I revamp every track I drop
And every time I do it I feel like I'm rippin' the box of hippity hop
And climbin' out the tippity top
While screamin' everybody turn the rampant radio off, bruh
I have been doin' what I do
Why don't you go do what you do
I make a living in my room
Marketing, music, and YouTube
I set a goal and attack
Joy is worth more than a stack
Tellin' me stories, I'm checkin' the facts
Sendin' me nonsense, I ain't sendin' back, boy

You don't get it, fine
Ima work, grind
Merchandise, signed
Your vision, blind
A dream of mine is really clear to see
I'm movin' quick, you'd need Dramamine
My life is currently a drama scene, but I ain't second guessin' me, no

Step back, this is me
Spit facts
Only thing I do is what I do
I ain't here to please
Step back, this is me
Spit facts
Only thing I do is what I do
I ain't here to please
Na



Credits
Writer(s): Mason Risser
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