Stepper by Chris Raww2xrr Lyrics
[Verse:]
Gathering spirits a habit, I ain’t playing no games if you saying my name finna pop up you see I ain't laughing
On the road to the riches I run on the high way and shoot up if theres any traffic
Why they be trynna stop me from reachin a million and layin my head in a mansion?
I be trynna do good but the devil work hard on the ones comin outta the projects
It feel like he be sending out orders the moment we steppin just so we could die next
How we survive the jungle and all of the street shit but then we get killed in a complex
We don’t get to enjoy all the fruits of our labor and all of the shit we accomplished
I ain’t trustin nobody not even myself I done shit that I knew was gon hurt me, when it comes to these beats I shoot nothin but threes it be like I’m resembling curry
I already done wasted a whole bunch of time which is why I move round in a hurry
All the fake niggas live and the real ones be passin away just a lil too early
Don’t compare me to nobody else ya could hear what it is when I hop on a beat (uh) whole bunch of fake niggas out here that wanna be down when they see me in street
I just be prayin to God that he picks out the people thats round me that I should keep and if it ends up being nobody then fuck it cause either way im gonna eat
Been stayin down til the day I come up and not once have I hated, not shakin hands I ain't w all the fake shit, those be the ones that be emptying cases, act like they w you by jumpin on stages
I can't show love to nobody cause my heart colder than a mufuckin glacier
When you be down they dont pay you no mind but they ride you as soon as you get to the paper
Know what I want and I know what comes w it imagine me stressin myself over haters
Better be careful on who you be mentioning fore you look down and see four to five lasers
RAWW shit baby tf you expect ? Just like Gillette niggas get at ya neck, done w the free shit I need me a check, ain't gotta like but you gotta respect
Listen to my shit like only one time and I gotcha I bet you that you gon connect
They keep me outta the industry cause they know that they got rappers they need to protect
Don’t gotta mention me my name be all in your mouth til you start to lose shortness of breath
What if I run down and cut em w/ pleasure they all gon be smiling right through they neck
I keep it calm to the tip of toes you won’t see me stress about no mufuckin shit, I keep it moving so easy until I find out that you runnin yo mufuckin lips, I would put fear in your heart I ain’t frontin like ima pull up and start emptying clips, use what god gave me to smack the shit out you and also for I could go hittin em licks
You gotta be made for this shit..
Gathering spirits a habit, I ain’t playing no games if you saying my name finna pop up you see I ain't laughing
On the road to the riches I run on the high way and shoot up if theres any traffic
Why they be trynna stop me from reachin a million and layin my head in a mansion?
I be trynna do good but the devil work hard on the ones comin outta the projects
It feel like he be sending out orders the moment we steppin just so we could die next
How we survive the jungle and all of the street shit but then we get killed in a complex
We don’t get to enjoy all the fruits of our labor and all of the shit we accomplished
I ain’t trustin nobody not even myself I done shit that I knew was gon hurt me, when it comes to these beats I shoot nothin but threes it be like I’m resembling curry
I already done wasted a whole bunch of time which is why I move round in a hurry
All the fake niggas live and the real ones be passin away just a lil too early
Don’t compare me to nobody else ya could hear what it is when I hop on a beat (uh) whole bunch of fake niggas out here that wanna be down when they see me in street
I just be prayin to God that he picks out the people thats round me that I should keep and if it ends up being nobody then fuck it cause either way im gonna eat
Been stayin down til the day I come up and not once have I hated, not shakin hands I ain't w all the fake shit, those be the ones that be emptying cases, act like they w you by jumpin on stages
I can't show love to nobody cause my heart colder than a mufuckin glacier
When you be down they dont pay you no mind but they ride you as soon as you get to the paper
Know what I want and I know what comes w it imagine me stressin myself over haters
Better be careful on who you be mentioning fore you look down and see four to five lasers
RAWW shit baby tf you expect ? Just like Gillette niggas get at ya neck, done w the free shit I need me a check, ain't gotta like but you gotta respect
Listen to my shit like only one time and I gotcha I bet you that you gon connect
They keep me outta the industry cause they know that they got rappers they need to protect
Don’t gotta mention me my name be all in your mouth til you start to lose shortness of breath
What if I run down and cut em w/ pleasure they all gon be smiling right through they neck
I keep it calm to the tip of toes you won’t see me stress about no mufuckin shit, I keep it moving so easy until I find out that you runnin yo mufuckin lips, I would put fear in your heart I ain’t frontin like ima pull up and start emptying clips, use what god gave me to smack the shit out you and also for I could go hittin em licks
You gotta be made for this shit..