"Smacker" lyrics
Ayy 2000 EST
I'm a stepper for the Lord
I'm a real smacker
I'm a stepper for the Lord
I'm a real smacker
Catch a blessing off the board like I'm Steve Adams
Left a homie in the morgue, I don't grieve 'bout him
I was really on the floor, no Bikini Bottom
Now I wake up, hit the tour, and I sing 'bout you
Luci' wanna up the score, ain't a thing he can do
Now really with the truth and we gon' step until it's through
I ain't never ran from nothing, if it's beef we cook the stew
And I gotta stand for truth, 'cause if it's not [?]
They lying out the tooth, I been in church since I was two
You gon' say it in the booth, but we gon' really check the fruit
Posting on your story and you thought I wouldn't see
Ain't say it in real life, boy I thought that you was straight
You gon' say that on the 'net, but you ain't never say to me
And the last time I checked, real steppers move their feet
No I ain't with the violence, but for truth I'm trained to go
I grew up in the churches
What they hide, it's never told
I've seen pastors cheat on wives, I grew up in broken homes
I've seen people take the [?]
When you a youngin' they gon' silence what you know
But now I'm grown, I'm gon' tell 'em wrong is wrong
If they don't like it, they can take it to the throne
They ain't even like they self so I know they won't like this song
I'm a stepper for the Lord
I'm a real smacker
I'm a stepper for the Lord
I'm a real smacker
Catch a blessing off the board like I'm Steve Adams
Left a homie in the morgue, I don't grieve 'bout him
I was really on the floor, no Bikini Bottom
Now I wake up, hit the tour, and I sing 'bout you
Luci' wanna up the score, ain't a thing he can do
Now really with the truth and we gon' step until it's through
I don't care about your weapon, boy ain't nothing you can do
See I only fear the Lord, ain't nobody scared of you
My conviction really true
The way you move, I'm seeing through
A lot people say they Christian, be the weirdest in the room
I can see through your persona
See you tryna sell an image, boy don't make me call your momma
See you acting out, I bet she gon' want to keep you humble
Soon as them boys got some clout they quick to act like they [?]
Lemme teach a lesson
Talent, that's gon' bring you in the room
But if you don't got the character then that's how you gon' lose
Oh that little sprint that got you hype?
This a marathon, let's see how long you last this game of life
I'm a stepper for the Lord
I'm a real smacker
I'm a stepper for the Lord
I'm a real smacker
Catch a blessing off the board like I'm Steve Adams
Left a homie in the morgue, I don't grieve 'bout him
I was really on the floor, no Bikini Bottom
Now I wake up, hit the tour, and I sing 'bout you
Luci' wanna up the score, ain't a thing he can do
Now really with the truth and we gon' step until it's through
My identity is not in what I do
So if I don't got the mic, no I'm still spitting truth
My identity is not in what I do
So if I don't got the mic, no I'm still spitting truth
I don't stand for it, all that acting holy [?]
I don't stand for it, all that thinking that you got the crown
I don't stand for it, if you ain't the one up in the clouds
I ain't never looking up and you don't ever look me down
And I stand for it
Take a step inside my city
They see heaven, they see me
Take a step inside your city
They don't even know you breathe
Instead of worrying 'bout me going plans from seas, dawg
(Mhm)
I'm a stepper for the Lord
I'm a real smacker
I'm a stepper for the Lord
I'm a real smacker
I'm a stepper for the Lord
I'm a real smacker
I'm a stepper for the Lord
I'm a real smacker
I'm a stepper for the Lord
I'm a real smacker
Catch a blessing off the board like I'm Steve Adams
Left a homie in the morgue, I don't grieve 'bout him
I was really on the floor, no Bikini Bottom
Now I wake up, hit the tour, and I sing 'bout you
Luci' wanna up the score, ain't a thing he can do
Now really with the truth and we gon' step until it's through
I ain't never ran from nothing, if it's beef we cook the stew
And I gotta stand for truth, 'cause if it's not [?]
They lying out the tooth, I been in church since I was two
You gon' say it in the booth, but we gon' really check the fruit
Posting on your story and you thought I wouldn't see
Ain't say it in real life, boy I thought that you was straight
You gon' say that on the 'net, but you ain't never say to me
And the last time I checked, real steppers move their feet
No I ain't with the violence, but for truth I'm trained to go
I grew up in the churches
What they hide, it's never told
I've seen pastors cheat on wives, I grew up in broken homes
I've seen people take the [?]
When you a youngin' they gon' silence what you know
But now I'm grown, I'm gon' tell 'em wrong is wrong
If they don't like it, they can take it to the throne
They ain't even like they self so I know they won't like this song
I'm a stepper for the Lord
I'm a real smacker
I'm a stepper for the Lord
I'm a real smacker
Catch a blessing off the board like I'm Steve Adams
Left a homie in the morgue, I don't grieve 'bout him
I was really on the floor, no Bikini Bottom
Now I wake up, hit the tour, and I sing 'bout you
Luci' wanna up the score, ain't a thing he can do
Now really with the truth and we gon' step until it's through
I don't care about your weapon, boy ain't nothing you can do
See I only fear the Lord, ain't nobody scared of you
My conviction really true
The way you move, I'm seeing through
A lot people say they Christian, be the weirdest in the room
I can see through your persona
See you tryna sell an image, boy don't make me call your momma
See you acting out, I bet she gon' want to keep you humble
Soon as them boys got some clout they quick to act like they [?]
Lemme teach a lesson
Talent, that's gon' bring you in the room
But if you don't got the character then that's how you gon' lose
Oh that little sprint that got you hype?
This a marathon, let's see how long you last this game of life
I'm a stepper for the Lord
I'm a real smacker
I'm a stepper for the Lord
I'm a real smacker
Catch a blessing off the board like I'm Steve Adams
Left a homie in the morgue, I don't grieve 'bout him
I was really on the floor, no Bikini Bottom
Now I wake up, hit the tour, and I sing 'bout you
Luci' wanna up the score, ain't a thing he can do
Now really with the truth and we gon' step until it's through
My identity is not in what I do
So if I don't got the mic, no I'm still spitting truth
My identity is not in what I do
So if I don't got the mic, no I'm still spitting truth
I don't stand for it, all that acting holy [?]
I don't stand for it, all that thinking that you got the crown
I don't stand for it, if you ain't the one up in the clouds
I ain't never looking up and you don't ever look me down
And I stand for it
Take a step inside my city
They see heaven, they see me
Take a step inside your city
They don't even know you breathe
Instead of worrying 'bout me going plans from seas, dawg
(Mhm)
I'm a stepper for the Lord
I'm a real smacker
I'm a stepper for the Lord
I'm a real smacker
I'm a stepper for the Lord
I'm a real smacker
