Every Little Step
Yes, God!
We ain't got no replacements! (nigga)
This shit is easy, It's too fucking easy!
God!
Dropping the bomb, sound the alarm
Heart on my sleeve, blood on my arm
Blade in my palm
Cutting these records 'til six in the morn'
Cut me a check or just leave me alone
I need a crown, I need a throne
I am the king, you are a clone
I hit the spot, I'm in the zone
What do you know
Who would've thunk it?
Came out of Maryland, jumped out the barrel
And turning myself into something
I studied the fundamentals of the craft
I made it up out of the dungeon
I'm 'bout to punch it
I treat this bitch like a luncheon
No, it's not up for discussion
I am disgusting
Nigga you can't tell me nothing
Who in the fuck, done it the way that I done it?
I swear that my shit is original
Pressing your luck, thinking that you on my level
Oh, no my nigga we not similar
I'm in the cut, plotting and planning my future
I made a brand-new maneuver
All of this shit is amusing
I don't believe it, it's an optical illusion
I done been up, I done been down
Had to bandage up the bumps and the bruises
I had to run, go get it now
Think of the winning, I can't do the losing
I realize that this shit is a choice
I am a fire, we lighting the torch
Still overcompensating with your whack ass
Living in the past nigga never that
God!
God!
Slow
Every little thing, oh
Every little step
We ain't got no replacements! (nigga)
This shit is easy, It's too fucking easy!
God!
Dropping the bomb, sound the alarm
Heart on my sleeve, blood on my arm
Blade in my palm
Cutting these records 'til six in the morn'
Cut me a check or just leave me alone
I need a crown, I need a throne
I am the king, you are a clone
I hit the spot, I'm in the zone
What do you know
Who would've thunk it?
Came out of Maryland, jumped out the barrel
And turning myself into something
I studied the fundamentals of the craft
I made it up out of the dungeon
I'm 'bout to punch it
I treat this bitch like a luncheon
No, it's not up for discussion
I am disgusting
Nigga you can't tell me nothing
Who in the fuck, done it the way that I done it?
I swear that my shit is original
Pressing your luck, thinking that you on my level
Oh, no my nigga we not similar
I'm in the cut, plotting and planning my future
I made a brand-new maneuver
All of this shit is amusing
I don't believe it, it's an optical illusion
I done been up, I done been down
Had to bandage up the bumps and the bruises
I had to run, go get it now
Think of the winning, I can't do the losing
I realize that this shit is a choice
I am a fire, we lighting the torch
Still overcompensating with your whack ass
Living in the past nigga never that
God!
God!
Slow
Every little thing, oh
Every little step
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Writer(s): Brandon Michael Perry
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