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Step On Em
Step On Em (feat. Big Mayle)
I had to step on em
Had to run up a check on em
Then I went left on em
I ran off and left em oh yeah
I had to step on em
Had to run up a check on em
Then I went left on em
I ran off and left em oh yeah
I was so broke
Had to go and get it
It's too many crybabies in my city
I'm feeling like roddy the road to richest
Had to step on a nigga
Had to go and get it
She left my ass I was so cold
Tell all them bitches I just want the thoat
It ain't nun for a nigga to run it up
It's all bout the bread I'ma hustler
Sometimes you gotta step on a nigga
To get where you wanna be
And everybody won't love ya why
They just wannabes
Ya own family wanna cast you out
I be peeping they jealousy
Too many niggas wanna take my place
Well they gotta off me
I had to step on em
Had to run up a check on em
Then I went left on em
I ran off and left em oh yeah
I had to step on em
Had to run up a check on em
Then I went left on em
I ran off and left em oh yeah
Local niggas be on live talking shit
Everywhere I go, gotta keep a stick
I just got a check, spent it on a fit
Nigga talking crazy. Must be smoking piss
Handle mine in person. Nigga fuck a diss
You the same nigga that be crying bout a bitch
Heard ya last song, boy it was a miss
Said you giving back. You ain't giving shit
Every day I'm stepping on these niggas necks
I ain't here for fame, I just want the checks
Said you got the drip but you can't even dress
I been dripping since I took my first breath
I be getting high. Smoking on some jro
Said you get money. But we know you broke
Say you popping shit but sleeping on the floor
That bitch that you cuffing. We know she a hoe
Seen you bought a watch. Now he think he flexing
Wonder if it's real. Got me second guessing
I just fucked yo bitch. In some bread 11's
Remember I was broke. Then I got a blessing
Pops had me in the streets. At the age of seven
If ya touch my chain, send his ass to heaven
Bitch I'm like a salad. Everyday I'm dressing
Bitch I'm like a kappa. Everyday I'm stepping
I had to step on em
Had to run up a check on em
Then I went left on em
I ran off and left em oh yeah
I had to step on em
Had to run up a check on em
Then I went left on em
I ran off and left em oh yeah
Had to run up a check on em
Then I went left on em
I ran off and left em oh yeah
I had to step on em
Had to run up a check on em
Then I went left on em
I ran off and left em oh yeah
I was so broke
Had to go and get it
It's too many crybabies in my city
I'm feeling like roddy the road to richest
Had to step on a nigga
Had to go and get it
She left my ass I was so cold
Tell all them bitches I just want the thoat
It ain't nun for a nigga to run it up
It's all bout the bread I'ma hustler
Sometimes you gotta step on a nigga
To get where you wanna be
And everybody won't love ya why
They just wannabes
Ya own family wanna cast you out
I be peeping they jealousy
Too many niggas wanna take my place
Well they gotta off me
I had to step on em
Had to run up a check on em
Then I went left on em
I ran off and left em oh yeah
I had to step on em
Had to run up a check on em
Then I went left on em
I ran off and left em oh yeah
Local niggas be on live talking shit
Everywhere I go, gotta keep a stick
I just got a check, spent it on a fit
Nigga talking crazy. Must be smoking piss
Handle mine in person. Nigga fuck a diss
You the same nigga that be crying bout a bitch
Heard ya last song, boy it was a miss
Said you giving back. You ain't giving shit
Every day I'm stepping on these niggas necks
I ain't here for fame, I just want the checks
Said you got the drip but you can't even dress
I been dripping since I took my first breath
I be getting high. Smoking on some jro
Said you get money. But we know you broke
Say you popping shit but sleeping on the floor
That bitch that you cuffing. We know she a hoe
Seen you bought a watch. Now he think he flexing
Wonder if it's real. Got me second guessing
I just fucked yo bitch. In some bread 11's
Remember I was broke. Then I got a blessing
Pops had me in the streets. At the age of seven
If ya touch my chain, send his ass to heaven
Bitch I'm like a salad. Everyday I'm dressing
Bitch I'm like a kappa. Everyday I'm stepping
I had to step on em
Had to run up a check on em
Then I went left on em
I ran off and left em oh yeah
I had to step on em
Had to run up a check on em
Then I went left on em
I ran off and left em oh yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Quanterris Newby
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