CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Big Steppa
Talk my sh*t, look, ayo
I need the power and respect, millions locked in the safe (Uh-huh)
I push a Benz, bending corners high rocking awake
The toughest n***as went to jail, still got chopped in they face
That mean anybody can get it, game dirty, watch how you play
We out for pay, don't give two f**ks what the President say (F**k outta here)
That sh*t irrelevant, long as they buying work, I be selling it
From city to town, private to public residence
Dime to pound, any measurement, know what the method is
Got rappers hating and they b*t*hes naked in my messages (Haha)
I smoke your whole top twenty, f**k five, that's definite (N***as trash)
Choke the rap game out 'til ain't no life left in it
It's like I got trick dice, I'm rolling nothing less than six
A trapper's goal's to Rolex the wrist
Make sure mommy never want for nothing, stack up and know where your exit is
Yeah, y'all n***as rap, but this the better sh*t
Game sick, this the medicine
Fashion Rebel on my letterman (N***a)
Chrome Hearts on my sweater, my work better
You could never f**k with me ever, I been a big stepper
Make a play, put the sh*t together
Before music made a way, I had a pistol on my dresser, n***a
Chrome Hearts on my sweater, my work better
You could never f**k with me ever, I been a big stepper
Made a play, put the sh*t together
Before music made a way, I had that work on my dresser, n***a
Ayo, we way up on you n***as the score is like a hundred to five (N***as washed)
F**k you thought? These n***as all garbage, don't be so surprised
Keep envious eyes out your cypher, they want yo' demise
Know the signs, you rather eat food for thought or a bowl of lies?
Haters stuck on the sidelines, didn't want Rome to rise
But ho n***as do ho sh*t, already know the vibes
When the work potent, the customers come in flurries
I took risks in the streets that had my mother worried
It's squaring up, just didn't coincide with my plans
These felonies is helping me financially advance
I had Fortune 500 thoughts while we was coppin' horse
The sleeve was two bundles short, but I got it off
F**k a loss, we ain't taking those
To set you up smooth, use two Jamaican hoes, paint your clothes
All year I been on some sh*t
Styling on em' like Deion, you peons is nondescript
Chrome Hearts on my sweater, my work better
You could never f**k with me ever, I been a big stepper
Make a play, put the sh*t together
Before music made a way, I had a pistol on my dresser, n***a
Chrome Hearts on my sweater, my work better
You could never f**k with me ever, I been a big stepper
Made a play, put the sh*t together
Before music made a way, I had that work on my dresser, n***a
I need the power and respect, millions locked in the safe (Uh-huh)
I push a Benz, bending corners high rocking awake
The toughest n***as went to jail, still got chopped in they face
That mean anybody can get it, game dirty, watch how you play
We out for pay, don't give two f**ks what the President say (F**k outta here)
That sh*t irrelevant, long as they buying work, I be selling it
From city to town, private to public residence
Dime to pound, any measurement, know what the method is
Got rappers hating and they b*t*hes naked in my messages (Haha)
I smoke your whole top twenty, f**k five, that's definite (N***as trash)
Choke the rap game out 'til ain't no life left in it
It's like I got trick dice, I'm rolling nothing less than six
A trapper's goal's to Rolex the wrist
Make sure mommy never want for nothing, stack up and know where your exit is
Yeah, y'all n***as rap, but this the better sh*t
Game sick, this the medicine
Fashion Rebel on my letterman (N***a)
Chrome Hearts on my sweater, my work better
You could never f**k with me ever, I been a big stepper
Make a play, put the sh*t together
Before music made a way, I had a pistol on my dresser, n***a
Chrome Hearts on my sweater, my work better
You could never f**k with me ever, I been a big stepper
Made a play, put the sh*t together
Before music made a way, I had that work on my dresser, n***a
Ayo, we way up on you n***as the score is like a hundred to five (N***as washed)
F**k you thought? These n***as all garbage, don't be so surprised
Keep envious eyes out your cypher, they want yo' demise
Know the signs, you rather eat food for thought or a bowl of lies?
Haters stuck on the sidelines, didn't want Rome to rise
But ho n***as do ho sh*t, already know the vibes
When the work potent, the customers come in flurries
I took risks in the streets that had my mother worried
It's squaring up, just didn't coincide with my plans
These felonies is helping me financially advance
I had Fortune 500 thoughts while we was coppin' horse
The sleeve was two bundles short, but I got it off
F**k a loss, we ain't taking those
To set you up smooth, use two Jamaican hoes, paint your clothes
All year I been on some sh*t
Styling on em' like Deion, you peons is nondescript
Chrome Hearts on my sweater, my work better
You could never f**k with me ever, I been a big stepper
Make a play, put the sh*t together
Before music made a way, I had a pistol on my dresser, n***a
Chrome Hearts on my sweater, my work better
You could never f**k with me ever, I been a big stepper
Made a play, put the sh*t together
Before music made a way, I had that work on my dresser, n***a
