Dubstep

[Intro] I was thinking 'bout something, but I ain't worried 'bout nothing Remember when I was struggling, fucked up on my knuckles Tryna sell some dirt weed, taxing off a ten speed Money wasn't coming, for sure nigga I kept fronting [Hook] I had them dubs on the step I had them dubs on the step I had them dubs on the step I had them dubs on the step [Bridge] Slow days, fast days, getting paper any way Slow days, fast days, getting paper any way Slow days, fast days, getting paper any way Slow days, fast days, getting paper any way [Verse 1] And I kept licking on that clit 'til she gave me that shit I've been fucked up for so long, swear to God I gotta get it I put my back into it, serving bags to them students Tell 'em I got that fire on that porch right there by the Buick I'm just tryna get my mind, go worry nigga 'bout yours Rolling up that Swisher, pouring up a four Serving in them hallways, the courtrooms all day Hoods kicked the door down, now we in the Coney [Hook + Bridge] [Verse 2: Scrufizzer] It's the same old shit Everybody in the manor is locked up, boxed up It's killing me, niggas wanna get rid of me Cause I lyrically bust on the riddim, fill the room with humidity Stick it in a manner, the heaviest rhythm banging out Doubling my money getting my hustle in Canning Town Listen up Danny Brown, I been doing this thing Skipped in, then I come and lyrically assist 'em (I had my dubs on the step) I never stopped cause I sit in the booth, flipping the truth While you're running and chatting, thinking you're realer than Screw You ain't so why you act, dummy, you think you bad, well that's funny I'm tryna get Maybach money, I'm a Mac Miller, spitting ASAP, rookie [Hook]