2 Steps lyrics

[Intro: ian]
Huh (Huh, huh), huh (Huh-huh)
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, uh (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah, yeah), uh (Uh, hol' up), alright (Yeah, alright)

[Verse 1: ian]
I die with my pride if my family behind me
The doors suicidal, my car got problems
I'm gettin' profit, he still tryna find it
Not worried 'bout mine, we'll get it regardless
I'm gettin' tired, I'll hit you tomorrow
This ho' so fine, it'll f*ck up my conscious
Losing my mind, but I'm keepin' my promise
I'm goin' down and I can't even hide it
Band after band like I'm watching a festival
Win after win like I'm playing a tournament
He play with Brezzo, he gon' need a medkit
Ho' can't get out my head and it's hurtin' me
Way back when you deserted me
Baby, did you really think I deserve that?
The f*ck is you askin' respect for, buddy?
Did you really think that you earned that?

[Chorus: ian & Brezzo]
Boot cut denim, blue collar intentions
Two steps forward then ten of them backwards
Huh, he'll get caught for that actin'
Nasty, my body covered in acne (Yeah)
I let you slip right past me (Yeah)
Sadly, I might not ever get past it (Get past)
My head still stuck in the past tense
Damn it, I prolly could've just asked ya'
[Verse 2: Brezzo]
Tripped out, just made a thousand in traffic
Bad b*tch, can't hit 'cause of the catfish
Hell nah, n*gga don't need sh*t
Me and ian and I brought some racks in
In the stu', I'm on f*ck sh*t again
In the trap, send 'em out like he suspended
I can crash right now, sh*t not rented
No, I can't hop in that whip if it's not tinted
Hell nah, n*gga don't need nothin'
Walk in this b*tch with the bag, it's real digits
[?], it was an unseen transition, hit wit' that fye, I done seen n*ggas
Drop it on, gotta hit five b*tches
Hol' on, white ho she said I'm real n*gga
Go ask around, I'ma block figure
Go ask around, I'm gettin' rich, n*gga
[?]
Thots know I'm rockin' Celine
Glock and it came with the beam, wait
Wait, like, f*ck it, let's go load the truck up
Like, f*ck it, let's go push some bags out
b*tch, we gon' just made a quick ten thou'
Put this on God, I am not lyin'
I'm not, no, I am not

[Chorus: ian]
Boot cut denim, blue collar intentions
Two steps forward then ten of them backwards
Huh, he'll get caught for that actin'
Nasty, my body covered in acne
I let you slip right past me
Sadly, I might not ever get past it
My head still stuck in the past tense
Damn it, I prolly could've just asked ya