So Called Steppers

Ain't no end to it, kill 'em all N***** say they steppers to impress us But you ain't the kill the judge that put home boy under pressure You say you'll kill a n**** if they ever touch your necklace But don't shoot at the label when they trick you out your extras Y'all pussy And I'm sick of all these gangsters who be b****** Give more money to b****** than you give back to the children No information in your songs you pussies got it twisted You rock all that designer when your home boy own a business F**k n***a Don't know why these bitches give you pussy Your children gone be pussy, they children gone be pussy You walk into them meetings and they treat you like a pussy You walk back out with borrow money flexing like you Tookie (b***h) I'm exposing cowards, I'm exposing hoe shit We ask you 'bout your deal you n****s act like you don't know shit You enslaving your partners, you enslaving your kin You do better for these hoes but can't do better your kids Label dick off in your ass guess that make your ass a f***** You never lack a pistol but it's sense you're really lacking F****** up the game with all this b**** s*** that you doing Clowning for a record deal I think you niggas stupid Do a bunch of stupid shit then blame it on the system Then go and join the system, and keep on playing victim These n***** failed in math I don't expect them all to get it God told me we the truth and he said I can kill the wicked