Grove Stepper

Grove stepper, but I'm wearing French leather
Had to rock the Hermès and the Dolce matched together
She don't know the streets, I'm from West, and she's from East
We can go wherever, say the word, homie
Grove stepper, but my shoes were made in Italy
They had to hate me, then we met, and now they're feeling me
Extermination, I come back, they can't get rid of me
Grove stepping, G-stepping, homie

She only knew me for, like, a day, now she calls me "Crow"
Told you where it is, so now you know, welcome to the Grove
I've got so much issues on my mind, take one at a time
So much people tryna hit my line, keep wasting my time

Put it in my pocket, bro, don't stare, no one knows it's there
You wanted a feature over there? That's a new Moncler
22's from shoes down to the street, mud across my feet
Couldn't see the Grove 'cause of the trees, have to look to see

Is there something wrong, then let me know what you want me to do
All you have to do is ask me, I'll do what's needed to
Don't worry about it, honestly, I can handle it fine
I won't stay too long, I've gotta go, I hate wasting your time

Grove stepper, but I'm wearing French leather
Had to rock the Hermès and the Dolce matched together
She don't know the streets, I'm from West, and she's from East
We can go wherever, say the word, homie
Grove stepper, but my shoes were made in Italy
They had to hate me, then we met, and now they're feeling me
Extermination, I come back, they can't get rid of me
Grove stepping, G-stepping, homie

I'm going 'round and 'round, I'm going 'round and 'round, again
Need time to think it through, I'm thinking something isn't true
Can't play pretend this time, I know what I still need to do
I know it's fake, I need it true, like autumn time, I fall for you

I don't want your karma turning bad
I've seen a friend turn to a snake and, bro, it's sad
At the park, with Spark, he pulled it out the bag
Do it for yourself, and you don't need to brag

It's all about the Grove, it's all about the Grove
You've either seen it or you haven't, still, nobody knows
I had step up on the street and bring with me the place
I know it's hard for you to know, that's something I should face

Grove stepper, but I'm wearing French leather
Had to rock the Hermès and the Dolce matched together
She don't know the streets, I'm from West, and she's from East
We can go wherever, say the word, homie
Grove stepper, but my shoes were made in Italy
They had to hate me, then we met, and now they're feeling me
Extermination, I come back, they can't get rid of me
Grove stepping, G-stepping, homie



Credits
Writer(s): Dominic Gleeson
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