The Step

[Verse 1] What it is? Wassup? You won't catch a nigga in a club Mothafucka what it is? Wassup? I'm not that type of nigga spending money in a pub While your niggas jerk off, I'll be workin' harder than a *gasp* They ain't never seen that type of power, I'm the fathership All I see is niggas still debating bout how much they real While their realness got the level of Pamela's wig Oh, man I got the chakra they can't never see I'm just charging all this shit, striking and make sure they feelin' it, feelin' it Wash the competition's like a fantasy Got my mouth loaded, pop pop, fire, pop pop, we killin' it, killin' it Crooked smile to the fake friends Only low thing I'm fuckin with is basses, boy I'm flyin' like an airplane Rap game? Nah you know a nigga ain't playin' I got a brain that doesn't even fit the headband [Hook 1] Young nigga with a attitude Rumors on my person, I think that I had a few Medals on the way, winnings yeah I had it too When I'm in the front nigga, they just going back like two-step Going back like two-step So mighty like I'm Bruce, yeah God got my back, if you ain't with us, you against us, no effort, no effort yeah [Verse 2] Speaker check, get it Imma hurt these niggas like a finger break, man I'm gonna... (Okay hold up, we ain't got no time for a second verse or something like that, give us the hook and the best outro ever, let's get em, yup!) [Hook 2] I think I told you I'm a nigga with a attitude Rumors on my person, I think that I had a few Medals on the way, winnings yeah I had it too When I'm in the front, nigga they just going back like two-step Going back like two-step So mighty like I'm Bruce, yeah God got my back, if you ain't with us, you against us, no effort, fuck with us yuh! [Verse 3] Mic check-check-check Your niggas basic like a black backpack Niggas fallin' for a cake (sheesh) Niggas askin' for a break My brain an estate, they wanna do it for pussy, but i just do it for my sake I don't wanna have blood on my hands, don't make me do it! J'suis vite on like my name was Louis By the way it's Vuitton (IXI), I'm sick of your niggas I'm talkin' truth, they got that Iggy tongue, man I mean... I see you showin' off mon ami, not my business How can you show me your talent if it is non-existent? They say I can't be stronger, I work for more or more Louder than a 808, your niggas just 404 We can see you under pressure, all my thoughts are controversial like my conscious name was Sacha, you can bring it back I ain't fuckin' with yo fashion, know my future, know my picture, know my caption I took the best, you kept shit Now I'm just here praying for my people Praying that I'll be alive to see the fuckin' sequel Cause everybody tellin' I'm a crazy individual...