So Called Steppers

Ain't no end to it, kill 'em all

N***** say they steppers to impress us
But you ain't the kill the judge that put home boy under pressure
You say you'll kill a n**** if they ever touch your necklace
But don't shoot at the label when they trick you out your extras
Y'all pussy
And I'm sick of all these gangsters who be b******
Give more money to b****** than you give back to the children
No information in your songs you pussies got it twisted
You rock all that designer when your home boy own a business
F**k n***a
Don't know why these bitches give you pussy
Your children gone be pussy, they children gone be pussy
You walk into them meetings and they treat you like a pussy
You walk back out with borrow money flexing like you Tookie (b***h)
I'm exposing cowards, I'm exposing hoe shit
We ask you 'bout your deal you n****s act like you don't know shit
You enslaving your partners, you enslaving your kin
You do better for these hoes but can't do better your kids
Label dick off in your ass guess that make your ass a f*****
You never lack a pistol but it's sense you're really lacking
F****** up the game with all this b**** s*** that you doing
Clowning for a record deal I think you niggas stupid
Do a bunch of stupid shit then blame it on the system
Then go and join the system, and keep on playing victim
These n***** failed in math I don't expect them all to get it
God told me we the truth and he said I can kill the wicked