Certified stepper
He got pain in his eyes
He been paranoid feel like he living just to die
Lost his brother to the streets
He know he lookin from the sky
Prayer hands he hope to god
They don't catch him
Niggas dying in the city
When he slide
He be posted on that block
Wit fifty shots he let it rip
So don't you test him
He put titties on a stick
And keep a clip right on the dresser
He ain't no killer but don't push him
He gone go to desperate measures
He always been his brother keeper
He a certified stepper
So don't get stepped on
It's pressure in the city
They want em dead they put a check on him
It's blood all in eyes he seeing red
And now them demons taking over
Thoughts been roaming through his head
And if he see his ops outside
Then he gone fill them up wit lead
He'll cause a murder scene
He gettin paid his pockets filled wit hella currency
They lying if they ain't heard of me
And niggas who want smoke
He'll flame em up I'm talkin third degree
Don't hit my line bout money
If you wasn't there
Don't say no word to me
Them killas move wit urgency
This mask around my face
Look like a scene
Straight from the purgery
I'll cut em off no surgery
You can go ahead and leave
It's hurting you more than it's hurting me
Don't really give a fuck bout how they feel
It ain't concerning me
And he been his brother keeper
But don't try em cause he'll turn into a reaper
All he focused on is franklins no aretha
It's a hunnid shots inside this heater
If you don't like me
I ain't fuckin wit you either
The pain a nigga face is way deeper
And he antisocial so he closed off
He been poppin pills before he sleep
To make em doze off
Brand new automatic
This gone wipe a nigga nose off
Different cities different bitches
Tryna rip a nigga clothes off
I rip the doors off
He be posted on that block
Wit fifty shots he let it rip
So don't you test him
He put some titties on a stick
And keep a clip right on the dresser
He ain't no killer but don't push em
He gone go to desperate measure
He always been his brother keeper
He a certified stepper
So don't get stepped on
It's pressure in the city
They want em dead they put a check on him
It's blood all in eyes he seeing red
And now them demons takin over
Thoughts been roamin through his head
And if he see his oops outside
Then he gone fill em up wit lead
He been paranoid feel like he living just to die
Lost his brother to the streets
He know he lookin from the sky
Prayer hands he hope to god
They don't catch him
Niggas dying in the city
When he slide
He be posted on that block
Wit fifty shots he let it rip
So don't you test him
He put titties on a stick
And keep a clip right on the dresser
He ain't no killer but don't push him
He gone go to desperate measures
He always been his brother keeper
He a certified stepper
So don't get stepped on
It's pressure in the city
They want em dead they put a check on him
It's blood all in eyes he seeing red
And now them demons taking over
Thoughts been roaming through his head
And if he see his ops outside
Then he gone fill them up wit lead
He'll cause a murder scene
He gettin paid his pockets filled wit hella currency
They lying if they ain't heard of me
And niggas who want smoke
He'll flame em up I'm talkin third degree
Don't hit my line bout money
If you wasn't there
Don't say no word to me
Them killas move wit urgency
This mask around my face
Look like a scene
Straight from the purgery
I'll cut em off no surgery
You can go ahead and leave
It's hurting you more than it's hurting me
Don't really give a fuck bout how they feel
It ain't concerning me
And he been his brother keeper
But don't try em cause he'll turn into a reaper
All he focused on is franklins no aretha
It's a hunnid shots inside this heater
If you don't like me
I ain't fuckin wit you either
The pain a nigga face is way deeper
And he antisocial so he closed off
He been poppin pills before he sleep
To make em doze off
Brand new automatic
This gone wipe a nigga nose off
Different cities different bitches
Tryna rip a nigga clothes off
I rip the doors off
He be posted on that block
Wit fifty shots he let it rip
So don't you test him
He put some titties on a stick
And keep a clip right on the dresser
He ain't no killer but don't push em
He gone go to desperate measure
He always been his brother keeper
He a certified stepper
So don't get stepped on
It's pressure in the city
They want em dead they put a check on him
It's blood all in eyes he seeing red
And now them demons takin over
Thoughts been roamin through his head
And if he see his oops outside
Then he gone fill em up wit lead
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Writer(s): Kionta Collins
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