steppin

i had to step for cheese wudnt nobody helping me when i was down on my dick wudnt nobody lend me a hand to feed since i shook back n got me a bagg now erybody fuckin wit me ima keep trapping make haters mad aint no ducking beef baby is you stuck wit me will you walk threw that mud wit me aint doing no arguing or being loud yo love a drug to me lie to your honor in a murder trail when ya know the stee stacks and Clearwater trips outta town big woods of cali trees daddy always taught me be a leader never follow no nigga so i never followed no nigga i got off on these niggas ima son of a gangster a player a raw ass lil nigga but that dont mean i wont come slide threw n have yo brains in ya lap boy i was raised in the NAP were we turned caine into crack an um long days in the trap heavyweights wit da sack an um gold daitins on lacks wit da bangs in the back an um i was trained to keep silent an have that raid for tha rats cause we dont do no cooperating wit 12 nigga tellem call my lawyer an put me back my cell ima fight my case wit my feet up n eating slams never folding street cred remain a G aint never scared when i beat it its gon be back to the streets wit pots and scales mack no 11 that glock 17 thats how i step