Big Steppa (Freestyle)

Uh, big steppa
Feelin kinda fed up
Pretty hard to breathe when you surrounded by the pressure
Told my bitch to kill me if ever try to let up
Its a, new semester, same old lectures
Still on my solo, i'm my own professor
Writin every verse like it's my last letter
Yea you got ice but that doesn't make you fresher
Cause i can bag your bitch in mink or golf sweaters
Uh, never better, i could fly forever
Coming off the top like i grew some fuckin feathers
Killin all these beats wit a personal vendetta
9 millimeter spittin outta my barretta
But hold on one second lemme take off the suppressor
Goin psychotic jared leto heath ledger
And my straight jacket seamed from cheap leather
I wanna go and meet some freaks that need pleasure
If they don't believe in my dreams i sleep better
I keep one eye on the prize i see treasure

It's too easy, lemme take it easy, cause
I'm still givin yall a chance, speak freely
Ion even need my diploma, degrees need me
This bitch freaky, all her she rock is CC
She wanna travel, drink wine, and eat kiwis

She ain't gettin that from me tho
She know i'm broke, only see her when she deepthroat
We keep it on the hush but she like it on the d-low
I stay clean but my dude movin kilos
Gettin bitches off, on my dj nik

Oh! ima beast wit these mean flows
If you wanna catch up gotta go and cop a speedboat
Shit, i'm spittin fire through the cheekbones
Infinite rhymes don't ever gotta reload
Let the speed slow go and let the weed blow
I really do this shit forreal, they don't even know
Fire in the booth, finna have a heatstroke
If you want the beef take that shit to primos

Tryna locate the greener grass i heard about
Been on this road for too long, i need a different route
Swerving off the lane, you see me speeding down
And don't you try to catch me, you gotta leave me now

Resurrected into a legend you feel the presence
Success is creepin i can feel it in my fuckin senses
That's my consensus
To whoever's giving me a second
Just to listen to me attempt at a message, damn

Why did god put the world in my hands?
Wasnt sure what to do so i passed to my mans
I found the greener grass, sat my ass in that grass
Damn, like why's it all happen so fast?

Maybe sometime time will slow itself down
And maybe sometime, we can all make it out
I got, mother nature in the bed naked now
We makin out, look out the window and tell me if it is rainin out

Writin melodies instead of choking on bacardi
Could be a part of the drama, go and hit the parties
A gifted artist but i could go and fight with the army
Apologies are worthless, i don't say sorry, never