BIG STEPPA

Came a long way from section 8 and those apartments Food stamp baby paper plates but always starvin I never thought I’d get this far it's hard to believe I went from EBT to number one MVP Them cold nights damn near left me scarred Niggas tuned they back on me that’s why I got no heart A lot niggas ain’t make it out when Shit got hard So I gotta grind and do this music just to beat all the odds Turned my fantasies to reality That’s why niggas mad at me Remember when they laughed at me Now it’s daps when they passin me Everything I say is facts I ain’t never with the capery Niggas rather hate Then try to go and get a bag with me It’s a long road to this paper Play with mine then you a casualty Been doing this a whole decade I ain't never take this casually Rest In Peace to Eddie When you died I lost my motion Almost gave up with this music So for you I keep it going Rest In Peace to my grandma I swear I miss your sweet soul And the day you left this earth Man I felt my soul turn cold Mama said shoot for the stars So I ain’t gone never stop shootin Cause as long that I’m not a star I gotta grind until I prove I put my heart inside music We could never get into it Man this shit saved my life I would’ve dead in the ruins Tried to kill myself before I just look back and I just laugh at it The most high got a plan That’s I going and I’m passionate I really stand on business All these rappers capping shit Back the fif Keep it gripped I can’t slip If we at war with this And my brothers don’t play We gone slide in that black Chevy Only 155 but niggas know I step heavy Walk in anywhere and imma stand on shit Niggas ain't on shit besides a lot of hoe shit I've been doing this shit since a peewee jit If a nigga try to try me he gone catch the whole clip Steppa walked in up the building make some room Niggas talking all that shit till we come through All the opps super quiet they don't talk shit we into it Niggas talking all that shit we catch em boom Niggas talking all that shit bitch where the ratchet at I don't give a f*ck walk up on em like gimme that. She tried to walk up in my house bitch where yo baggage at? I ain't going for disrespect I ain't having that I done came a long way from the street shit I done beat a lot of niggas up G Shit What you got that pistol for? you don't keep it Call my brother up I guarentee he come and sweep shit Niggas mad because the steppas in the room now Nigga play with the gang nigga gettin boomed down Slide through on yo block nigga Bike on Twelve O'clock nigga Don't play get shot nigga Pull a hole in yo mop nigga I'm a big steppa big big steppa If he playing with my brothers then the gang gone get em I ain't talking Seabreeze but when we see em we gone wet em And his girlfriend hit my phone becuase she say I do it better All my homies love me I bring the party out Smack that nigga in his face I don't talk it out We get money we a team that's what I'm talking bout Shots hit his matta tell the police come and chalk him out On my momma man you know I got some hittas round here I go apeshit know I keep gorillas round here He put work in outta town? we don't know him round here He don't roll with guys he can't get down round here Ball with the wrist athletic My Soul Feeds off vengeance Big Green on me lettuce Blue strips too I bet it I am a poltergeist And I'm not playing nice Take ya chance roll the dice You know I'm With it Get you hit in the night I'm not a prototype A head of a peasant My crown will fit it Niggas simpin out here fallin' for that thot trap I don't give a f*ck you can you have yo thot back You a rat bitch got caught up in that mouse trap And what you Need little bro my bronem got that GANG F*ck is talking bout nigga Big Steppa Southside steppa nigga F*ck is talking bout