Step Back

Imma boutta take a step back
I jump from the line
I make my shots
Turn this a round
Put a bitch in the ground
AHH
Don't mind don't mind
Tell em all I'm fine
Don't cross my high li
Tell that bitch bye bye

I got some choices to make bout the future I'm calling the services gimme a break
I tell em I don't need nobody I'm fine on my own this what I want
Yeah I'm reckless reckless
Lately I live for the rush
That blood flow pump my heart
Fills my brain with a brand new love

N if I don't make twenty
That's cuz I went too hard
Don't let my scars take room
Imma beat them Against my odds
Don't look at my state it's war
These sirens ringing out more
Don't look at me bad I'm good
No Don't look at me boy I'm mad

Imma boutta take a step back
I jump from the line
I make my shots
Turn this a round
Put a bitch in the ground
AHH
Don't mind don't mind
Tell 'em all I'm fine
Don't cross my high li
Tell that bitch bye bye

Oh what up you don't remember me
We'll sit down let me jog your memory

I been losing my temper two times more than I used to remember uh
Thank God that I haven't been thrown in a cell yet I've nicked my share ye
I've planned my escape but I haven't met the judge yet
How you doing mate how's the wifey
Tell her if she horny she can call me If you don't mind Imma abit lonely
Attention deficit got me but I'm back about me now
I Never really liked school but then again
They ain't really like me either
Spent my youth with a smirk cuz I knew some things that nobody Taught me
Was a smart boy but I never knew that till I grew up till then
I thought I was screw up
Couldn't even tie my shoe up
But I grew up
In the kitchen with the barmen
Got my stitches from a knife end
Learned how to work All night
When the moon out drank a little much for a boy
Good thing I was a man by then
Never put my arm down if you see me rest then maybe you should check my pulse cuz I'll be dead
If I don't make my name better than most
Ya can hear me singing my song from the coast
(Ahoy)
I got a lotta style n I know that

But if you get to close

Imma boutta take a step back
I jump from the line
I make my shots
Turn this a round
Put a bitch in the ground
AHH
Don't mind don't mind
Tell em all I'm fine
Don't cross my high li
Tell that bitch
Bye bye