Big Steppa (feat. LeeRoy)

Oh, big stepper like staircases Always looking forward to some action like storm chasers Always pitting heat, I knew that I was a bomb blazer Clucking up a lot lately, feel like I'm stargazing Oh, big stepper like doormats So high above the ground that I can't see where the floor's at Blue bills and blueprints that come with the format I still have some trauma from the time that we wore masks Oh, big stepper like sidewalks So blind that I can't find where the line stops So blind that my eyes needed some eye drops So blind that now my eyes combine to a cyclops Oh, big stepper like treadmills Ex called it up to see if I needed head still Now my song is number one, I'm still on the pedestal I get ADHD so I never can stand still My face and my palm, I changed for the warm My money came in groupies and swamps, I'm vitally torn All the music that I record, I'm vitally torn From all the things that knock on my door, I'm vitally torn I spit so much that the mic is made out of mist I made up some offensive lyrics that dykes have probably missed They looking left so I might hit them with the right side of my fist They don't like me but I don't care so I like to blow em a kiss They enjoying because of my flow and cadence I am not the greatest rapper but I like to stand adjacent Don't listen to what they tell you cause all of their lies are jaded And they like to hang around smoking loud and getting too faded I was too scared to make music cause I was timid I never knew that my level of skill would never have limits I thought that we weren't gonna make it until I had a new vision What if we tell them some stories and maybe they'll want to listen Let's rap about flexing and all of our gems and diamonds I think that it would be cool because all of them words be rhyming An album is on its way but it really depends on timing And all of the hours wasted that me and Gavin spent writing How I'm copping, how I'm sopping, feel like Hobby Lobby Johnny Dane, shout out gang, give a shout out to my nani I'm a average kid living life around the block like I'm Bobby And I'm branded in the stew, no energy like I'm a zombie Still gonna spit until I die, suicide kamikaze Shout out Kyle, shout out U, chop off and stop like he is balding