"Step" lyrics
"Step"
(feat. Method Man)
This golden chain only thing at my neck
Don't need advice need some Birdman respect
These man ain't heavy still gassed off a set
Still trouble man for his last bit of sess
Right left
Right left
Fuck about wizzy might scare 'em to death
Air all the nitties stay cool with the vets
Cracking the ground anytime that I step
Going off on a tangent but I wish a nigga would step
Trappin' out of an abandoned run-down shitty duplex
Coming up it was a random pick who gonna see feds
Stacks salvaged from the misery of huge debt
Talk to a man tactical, never know who scheme next
Awkward a man naturally feel small from a g threat
Can't g check me, nevadat, surely see death
Meanwhile, see me with a sweet tea, salmon gravlax
For a g breakfast, in a different league, what you need next?
Thoughts in me said
Stamp on a man's head
Trap for a man's bread or get bread from a g check
Long time from all them way there, nowadays I see cheques
This golden chain only thing at my neck
Don't need advice need some Birdman respect
These man ain't heavy still gassed off a set
Still trouble man for his last bit of sess
Right left
Right left
Fuck about wizzy might scare 'em to death
Air all the nitties stay cool with the vets
Cracking the ground anytime that I step
Right left, right left
Hululu
I need you to step
Right left, right left
Na
I need you to step
Right step
Right step
Step, step
Right step
Right step
Step step step step
Step step step step
Step step step step
Step step step step
Step
Chain on my neck
My skill leave a stain on your neck
And still ain't no stain on my rep
I aim to protect, I done told you stop aiming unless
Y'all aiming to pay me respect
It's meth
The game is a mess
I don't know if it's checkers or chess
They panicking, checking their chest
See, I ain't even checking 'em yet
And ya man gotta check 'em for breath
You animals check in with vets
Count your blessings, you blessed
If you doubting then rest with the rest
I'm just flexing to flex
You upset on the set, we could never be BF and Fs
Boy, I'm fresher than fresh
Family only, that's flesh of my flesh
They don't know me, they guess and I guess
They don't know that I'm next
They don't know I'm the answer, correct
If you call and I answer, connect
Still got my foot on they neck
Work for my freedom, I earned my respect
I've seen other rappers get murdered for less
Shorty blew meth, Heisenberg in the flesh
Right left, right left
Friday the 13th, we scare 'em to death
And when I say we, I mean Wizzy and Meth
Be cracking the ground everywhere that we step
This golden chain only thing at my neck
Don't need advice need some Birdman respect
These man ain't heavy still gassed off a set
Still trouble man for his last bit of sess
Right left
Right left
Fuck about wizzy might scare 'em to death
Air all the nitties stay cool with the vets
Cracking the ground anytime that I step
Right left, right left
Hululu
I need you to step
Right left, right left
Na
I need you to step
Right step
Right step
Step, step
Right step
Right step
Step step step step
Step step step step
Step step step step
Step step step step
Step
- AZLyrics
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- Ocean Wisdom Lyrics
album:
"Fight Club" (2024)
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