Well, mama told me when I was three Lord, the street'll never get you nowhere You take a street car jumpin' and back beat bump And get along like it isn't there You hold your head up high like you're gonna fly You take the bitter till you find the sweet And when you got that crowd and it's screamin' loud You leave them sittin' on the edge of their seat Oh, yeah, you gotta step that step Walk that walk Shake that thing And honey, talk that talk Well, Hollywood, if New York could Keep you babblin' till the break of day And no time to rest and you've got to feel blessed 'Cause you're gonna get it anyway Now when you start to wail and your face turns pale You've got to pump it till your pistol pops And as the eagle flew, baby, so will you 'Cause you're climbin' all the way to the top Oh, yeah, you gotta step that step Walk that walk Shake that thing And honey, talk that talk Oh, yeah, you gotta step that step Walk that walk Shake that thing And honey, talk that talk Got to step that step Walk that walk Baby, shake that thing You got to talk that talk Oh, step that step Walk that walk Girl, shake that thing Got to talk that talk Well, step that step And walk that walk Baby, shake that thing You got to talk that talk Oh, step that, step that, step that step And walk that, walk that, walk that walk And shake that thing, that thing, that thing And talk that, talk that, talk that, talk

We're laughing at you, talking 'bout you Though we askin' out when We know you be hustling backwards Electroslide and rewind My pockets looking like rerun I've begun to dethrone You sippin' on that seagrams Talkin' bout you gonna kill something Nigga must think they real or somethin' Go ahead and pop a pill or somethin' You ain't fucking with me might as well OD So after all that one take ten times three Danny Brown bitch and that boy Rustie Got the game on lock like we changed the key You can't get it, throw one up Treat that mouth like police raid a house Bust all up in it, nuts all in it Brand new tenant, moved all up in it Cash no lease, this ain't rented Came back all it's OG scented Who the fuck you think y'all is, I'm a grown ass man Playing out with no kids Back in 2003 used to post up and roll up bags of pounds of the mid Used to trap ot with the D, on the greyhound Buss one pair of jeans Touchdown in the city Like nigga where the fiends? When I do the same thing, I was just 16 Get money my nigga like I'm post to If I don't I might go postal Think a nigga don't I was gonna post you If you're play around a nigga, might smoke you Be aware what you say in the vocals Hood starving, everybody going loco Gotta put a pussy nigga in the chokehold No joke that's a code that's the code of survival Battle Royal everybody your rival In the ghetto everybody going psycho I'm a maniac, brainiac when I'm aiming at Knock your brain out your hat when I cock that You can't block that, it's just brain out hat Stop that, you ain't 'bout that Send my lil' niggas where ya house at Couple stacks and a couple packs, put your daughter's fingers in a mouse trap Off that cause we on one Can't come back like you stole somethin' Nigga might as well, let me hold somethin' Before I take that and your ho for frontin' Pull up like smoke somethin' Zip of OG, might roast somethin' Pop a bottle, might toast somethin' Nigga keep hatin', I'mma toast somethin' Whipping out that Black and Decker Putting lean in my Dr. Pepper Chess shit and you playing checkers Hit ya chest, now for help ya desperate Mac attack on that ho shit, might walk around, get your throat split If you don't know shit, better know this Fuck around, hocus-pocus You in focus, I'm a locust, see them big pictures and stay focused Your hoe luck atrocious, my bitches look ferocious Breakin' shit psychosis, you niggas talkin' about practice Roll around with that acid, if you don't know start askin' Middle man be taxin', made a couple hundred, kept stackin' Know it sound like I'm braggin' but a nigga do get them racks in I ain't gotta say shit, tell your bitch to suck my dick I ain't gotta say shit, tell your bitch to suck my dick!

I was thinkin' 'bout somethin' But I ain't worried 'bout nothin' Remember when I was strugglin' Fucked up on my knuckles Tryin' to sell some dirt weed Taxin' off a ten speed Money wasn't comin' For sure nigga I kept frontin' I had them dubs on the step I had them dubs on the step I had them dubs on the step I had them dubs on the step Slow days, fast days Gettin' paper any way Gettin' paper any way Gettin' paper any way Gettin' paper any way And I kept lickin' on that clit Till she gave me that shit I've been fucked up for so long Swear to God I gotta get it I put my back into it Servin' bags to them students Tell 'em I got that fire On that porch right there by the Buick I'm just tryin' to get my mind Go worry nigga 'bout yours Rollin' up that swisher Pourin' up a four Servin' in them hallways The courtrooms all day Hoods kicked the door down Now we in the Coney I had them dubs on the step I had them dubs on the step I had them dubs on the step I had them dubs on the step Slow days, fast days Gettin' paper any way Gettin' paper any way Gettin' paper any way Gettin' paper any way It's the same old shit Everybody in the manor is locked up, boxed up It's killin' me Niggas wanna get rid of me Cause I lyrically bust on the riddim Fill the room with humidity Stick it in a manner, the heaviest rhythm bangin' it out Doubling my money getting my hustle in Canning Town???? Listen up Danny Brown I been doing this ting Skipped in, then I come and lyrical assist 'em WOO I had my dubs on the step I never stopped cause I sit in the booth I'm spittin' the truth,??? realer than Scrooge You ain't so why you act, dummy You think you bad, well that's funny I'm try'na get Maybach money I'm a Mac Miller, spittin' ASAP, rookie I had them dubs on the step

Dangerous thoughts, mind of a militia Bottles of the 1-50 poured over twistas Broken bones and pillars, Staten Island the illest The biggest land fillers, we creep like caterpillars Love razors, dirty guns with a few dead bodies Teach niggas how to walk again from the fucking shotty Sixth sense, six pack, six degrees of separation My evil 3rd eye blinks with no hesitation Dustbags, spoonfuls of sugar help the medi Go down smooth and steady, blowing the green deadly Hen we pops, isolated of hash bricks Needle left stuck in his arm, died of a bad fix We still rock, still dry drawers on the stove Got bread from back in the days, it's growing some mold 2Pac's back, my Glock's fat After the gun smoke, you screaming, where my block at? Both hands crusty, need a little lotion That shit don't matter when I mix the color ocean Smoking on potent, goons bagging up in the living room Blocking the flat screen while I'm watching Juice Move your big ass head, my favorite part's on Q and the DJ battle, move or I scratch you 95, sh-95 on the coffee table Got them selling dimes still shiny as a nickel Pistol in designer pants, shoeboxes in bedrooms Some got stacks but most discontinued What's on the menu? Eat a rapper like butternut squash Bark on a nigga with the blade out Run up in your safehouse, how ironic Knock a ring on a nigga like somebody hit Sonic Smoking on chronic feeling like Nostradamic See dying in your future, nigga I promise Vomit colors seven series, TiVo the World Series About to miss the game hitting sevens on the slot machine Dice game, vice daughter, drunk driving in the Charger With a big titty bitch looking like Toccara I don't know what you know But if you know what I know, you better get ghost 'fore I get Ghost I don't know what you know But if you know how I know, you better get ghost 'fore I get Ghost Hey what up son, they talking that money on the ground shit U-P-S, Fedex, I deliver the pound shit Raw dog, my hood's like crazy 80's stamp bag Stapleton niggas keep they guns in strip bags Doo-rags and blue and red flags, we keep new tags Skinny or big jeans, niggas they still sag Brag about 2 chains, 4 chains, 6 chains Spread eagle bitches in the crib giving brain Still keep them Clarks crispier than printed money And the champion gear that I rock? Will hide my face for me Mask down, 3-57 and the box of shells Seville dead-arm the kid in the stairwell Stem cell, my niggas is scientific We make crumbs and wax, the T-H-C is prolific Fruitful, my Clan bundle cash like Pablo Bank in the Caimans, stash-houses out in Cabo

It's a weekend, I'm goin' outside with my drip on I don't want no problem' cuz I got my lean on All the girls round me, they ain't got no jeans on Pull out with your foreign cars, we gon' party All the girls are gettin' drunk in this party All the boys are smokin' dicks in this party And everything is legit, no fugazi What you sayin'? You ain't talkin' about the money, why you callin' I got my money on my own, so why you hatin' The OPPs are bein' hurt, cuz I'm winnin I'm spendin' money every week, cuz a lot is comin' in You cannot tell me shit, bitch ass nigga You wanna have some fun? Okay, pour some liquor Get some coke and mix it up, cuz shit so bitter If you try to act some dumb shit, we gon' hit ya Where you from? We ain't squad, we don't know you, niqq step back Bitch, I'm here with my squad, soon we gon' pull up with lamb trucks Bolmima daatey, Nmini nyari corner kam we dey party Ani kusongti yaa then nyin chalti, One phone call agirl maa sheo sagti I'm standing on business, it's all about money Just money, money, and money after money I just bought a brand new car, all the girls dey show me love All the girls dey show me love It's a weekend, I'm goin' outside with my drip on I don't want no problem cuz I got my lean on All the girls round me, they ain't got no jeans on Pull out with your foreign cars, we gon' party All the girls are gettin' drunk in this party All the boys are smokin' dicks in this party And everything is legit, no fugazi