The Step lyrics

[Verse 1]
What it is? Wassup?
You won't catch a n*gga in a club
Mothaf*cka what it is? Wassup?
I'm not that type of n*gga spending money in a pub
While your n*ggas j*rk 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 n*ggas 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 sh*t, 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 f*ckin with is basses, boy I'm flyin' like an airplane
Rap game? Nah you know a n*gga ain't playin'
I got a brain that doesn't even fit the headband

[Hook 1]
Young n*gga 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 n*gga, 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 n*ggas 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 n*gga 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, n*gga 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, f*ck with us yuh!

[Verse 3]
Mic check-check-check
Your n*ggas basic like a black backpack
n*ggas fallin' for a cake (sheesh)
n*ggas askin' for a break
My brain an estate, they wanna do it for pus*y, 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 n*ggas
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 n*ggas 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 f*ckin' with yo fashion, know my future, know my picture, know my caption
I took the best, you kept sh*t
Now I'm just here praying for my people
Praying that I'll be alive to see the f*ckin' sequel
Cause everybody tellin' I'm a crazy individual...