Steady lyrics

[Intro]
f*ckin' Beat Execz n*gga
Slime, yeah
(Slatt)
Ooh

[Verse 1]
Before I die I send my prayers up to heaven
I take the blame for my trials I've been livin' too reckless
Run down and shoot him in his sh*t, no he ain't gotta come test me
I got this carbon in the car and I'ma convicted Felon
I got this carbon in the car and I'ma convicted Felon
I'm livin' on the main stage and all my youngins be steppin'
I'm on the road with Baby Joe months ago he was my celly
He got a Tec up in this b*tch it's c*cked and loaded and ready
He still a run up in yo sh*t and take it all if you let him
These n*ggas pus*y as a b*tch, but once they throw it I catch it
Up with the Glock in-front the club and b*tch I’m sending a message
And I'ma die behind this sh*t at least I know where I’m headed
f*ck a hand hold yo own
Ain’t never break the code
Through that cell, I stood alone
b*tch now tell me who gone fold
I admit, it left me cold
f*cking round with these hoes
Need a one who down just to be up, that b*tch a sell her soul
Money take over walk through the valley with crack addicts
Jania tatted gun on my side survivor tactics
Counted up 80 bands ain’t finish school no mathematics
No we don't pick and choose he break the rules we let em have it
[Chorus]
To all my n*ggas dead and gone I'ma tell you I love you
I keep the chrome cause b*tch you know I don't trust you
Steady be riding around you know how me and my thugs do
Steady callin' my phone sayin these n*ggas won’t touch you

[Verse 2]
Every n*gga with me got a stick might think that we purging
And we ready for to go get off in some sh*t like its urgent
Quarter-million dollar car parked on the block and I swerve it
n*gga said that he want smoke behind who shot? I ain't heard it
I'm ready 'fore to hear them words I drop a bag on 'em
All my n*ggas moving on my word and they gone smash on em
Ain't come and look for you myself because I'm chasing money
But if you ever run into me that's your ass

[Chorus]
To all my n*ggas dead and gone I'ma tell you I love you
I keep the chrome cause b*tch you know I don't trust you
Steady be riding around you know how me and my thugs do steady calling my phone saying, these n*ggas won't touch you
To all my n*ggas dead and gone I'ma tell you I love you
I keep the chrome cause b*tch you know I don't trust you
Steady callin my phone sayin these n*ggas won’t touch you