Step Harder
Cock back, step back, shoot a opp with my left hand
Like I was James Harden
My niggas telling me don't love no ho
I gotta step harder
Blow so many racks on Amiri jeans
I got a damn problem
Well if it's a problem, we got the answer
Bet we gon' step on 'em
Lil classy lil bitch, she turned to a dancer
Bet she a ho probably
Excuse my french, I ain't got no manners
Rich friends up late, partying
Been down so long, I waited my turn
Had to pray, they had doubted me
Been down so bad, I had to learn
I had to go harder
They know when it's up there, it get stuck there
They don't even wanna go there
We got bells at the backdoor yeah
No need for doorbells
Only 4 senses when the pack touch down, it got no smell
My bitch might act like she don't know
But she know me too well
He say its smoke with me
He must wanna look like Caillou
He coach of the Clippers
Doctors said he died in a bayou
Like I ain't seen Jesus since his birthday, ain't seen no Ls
After all that searching, found myself in the middle of nowhere
I been stayed down, committed
Just asking for some reciprication
Mad love for my niggas
Just getting it how we living
No backdoors in my kitchen
Can't eat with he who slithers
I ain't prayed in about 4 years
No remorse, no repentance
Cock back, step back, shoot a opp with my left hand
Like I was James Harden
My niggas telling me don't love no ho
I gotta step harder
Blow so many racks on Amiri jeans
I got a damn problem
Well if it's a problem, we got the answer
Bet we gon' step on 'em
Lil classy lil bitch, she turned to a dancer
Bet she a ho probably
Excuse my french, I ain't got no manners
Rich friends up late, partying
Been down so long, I waited my turn
Had to pray, they had doubted me
Been down so bad, I had to learn
I had to go harder
When somebody die it always rains and pours
Can somebody tell me how the fuck I'm 'posed to heal these sores
Every day I miss my niggas more and more
Every second always wishing I was holding racks some more
Can somebody tell me how to avoid this surgery?
(Can somebody tell me how to avoid this surgery?)
Why the fuck did I get high 'til I reached Mercury?
(Why the fuck did I get high 'til I reached Mercury?)
Why my mama keep on crying? This shit keep hurting me
On my mama, I keep on crying this shit keep hurting me
I keep fighting all these demons, this shit hurting deep
This shit so hard, I can't keep losing sleep
Cock back, step back, shoot a opp with my left hand
Like I was James Harden
My niggas telling me don't love no ho
I gotta step harder
Blow so many racks on Amiri jeans
I got a damn problem
Well if it's a problem, we got the answer
Bet we gon' step on 'em
Lil classy lil bitch, she turned to a dancer
Bet she a ho probably
Excuse my french, I ain't got no manners
Rich friends up late, partying
Been down so long, I waited my turn
Had to pray, they had doubted me
Been down so bad, I had to learn
I had to go harder
Like I was James Harden
My niggas telling me don't love no ho
I gotta step harder
Blow so many racks on Amiri jeans
I got a damn problem
Well if it's a problem, we got the answer
Bet we gon' step on 'em
Lil classy lil bitch, she turned to a dancer
Bet she a ho probably
Excuse my french, I ain't got no manners
Rich friends up late, partying
Been down so long, I waited my turn
Had to pray, they had doubted me
Been down so bad, I had to learn
I had to go harder
They know when it's up there, it get stuck there
They don't even wanna go there
We got bells at the backdoor yeah
No need for doorbells
Only 4 senses when the pack touch down, it got no smell
My bitch might act like she don't know
But she know me too well
He say its smoke with me
He must wanna look like Caillou
He coach of the Clippers
Doctors said he died in a bayou
Like I ain't seen Jesus since his birthday, ain't seen no Ls
After all that searching, found myself in the middle of nowhere
I been stayed down, committed
Just asking for some reciprication
Mad love for my niggas
Just getting it how we living
No backdoors in my kitchen
Can't eat with he who slithers
I ain't prayed in about 4 years
No remorse, no repentance
Cock back, step back, shoot a opp with my left hand
Like I was James Harden
My niggas telling me don't love no ho
I gotta step harder
Blow so many racks on Amiri jeans
I got a damn problem
Well if it's a problem, we got the answer
Bet we gon' step on 'em
Lil classy lil bitch, she turned to a dancer
Bet she a ho probably
Excuse my french, I ain't got no manners
Rich friends up late, partying
Been down so long, I waited my turn
Had to pray, they had doubted me
Been down so bad, I had to learn
I had to go harder
When somebody die it always rains and pours
Can somebody tell me how the fuck I'm 'posed to heal these sores
Every day I miss my niggas more and more
Every second always wishing I was holding racks some more
Can somebody tell me how to avoid this surgery?
(Can somebody tell me how to avoid this surgery?)
Why the fuck did I get high 'til I reached Mercury?
(Why the fuck did I get high 'til I reached Mercury?)
Why my mama keep on crying? This shit keep hurting me
On my mama, I keep on crying this shit keep hurting me
I keep fighting all these demons, this shit hurting deep
This shit so hard, I can't keep losing sleep
Cock back, step back, shoot a opp with my left hand
Like I was James Harden
My niggas telling me don't love no ho
I gotta step harder
Blow so many racks on Amiri jeans
I got a damn problem
Well if it's a problem, we got the answer
Bet we gon' step on 'em
Lil classy lil bitch, she turned to a dancer
Bet she a ho probably
Excuse my french, I ain't got no manners
Rich friends up late, partying
Been down so long, I waited my turn
Had to pray, they had doubted me
Been down so bad, I had to learn
I had to go harder
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Writer(s): Tanathan Hasan
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