Steppa Pig (feat. Danny Brown)

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    Uncut with the topside (Style)
    My brain fried, don't do drugs
    Had two plugs, one just died (Style)
    I'm up late, no talk show
    Fiends pop up, who got blow (Everything about JPEGs, I like)
    Socks with a hole, had a bankroll
    Shop never close even when it's slow
    Ain't no way, y'all niggas never did shit for me (Shit for me)
    Came up off that stove had the recipe (The recipe)
    Now I do this for my legacy (My legacy)
    Cop four from my dog, gave me an extra three
    You ain't never seen no pain, till you lost everything
    Make you wanna crash out and say fuck everything (Uh-uh)
    But stuck to it like fly traps, no pockets swole, no ice packs
    Now ask your bitch: Do you like that? (Do you like that?)
    My young niggas step for me, like Cole, Tommy, and Pam (Get to steppin')
    You don’t know shit bout me, nigga, who is your man's?
    Brown, gotta one extra like the BBC
    White girls all on me, for that—
    Love, my nigga, roll it up
    They career like Whitney in the bathtub
    Sad as fuck
    I be on my lonely, worry 'bout no gossip
    Niggas pocket watchin', all up in my wallet
    Just keep it on the hush, hush
    You ain't tough, ain't like us
    So be yourself before you need help

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    Uh, back in this bitch with the dope, she backin' it up for a gram
    Baby, I cannot do nothing with hope, I'ma try molly and xans
    They tried to get me to ghost, boy, you ain't Kai, one twitch and you banned
    Ninety degrees with a coat, ho, and I ain't showin' my hands
    Uh, I make it harder to breathe
    My Kimber like my emotions, I keep 'em both up my sleeve
    I need more time to myself, I don't need advice, I just need to be
    Back in this bitch, what's the issue? You bitches ain't barkin' when you off the leash, fuck 'em
    Uh, they don't got nothin' for me
    It's like I been workin' for crumbs, now I'm feelin' free as my speech
    Colin Kaep', I'm a free agent, cap the salary, free up my team
    Y'all rap like replacements, but they can't find a replacement for me
    When I stalk your page and I see you livin' life respectfully
    And I tell myself: You didn't know her worth, and I draft apologies (Fuck)

    Uh, check it out, man, look (Step it)
    Uh, these niggas act like I owe them
    These niggas be dick-ridin' for grown-ass men that don't even know them
    They don't even come outside, don't ever see mans late night like Conan
    They off of that 2chan high, incels just can't let it go like Frozen
    Bet if I let off these shots, no games, you finna just dance like Gotenks
    White people love makin' excuses and bitchin', I guess it's what culture is for them
    You know that this shit don't stop
    Black men that hate me usually tokens
    Broke as hell just mad people love me for me
    Why they still put on a front and still nobody knows them?
    They don't like when I talk like this? (Nah)
    'Cause they know that this shit is for them
    These crackers love talkin' 'bout me and actin' like it's my job to ignore them
    Bitch, please (Please), still rich, still pretty, still tourin'
    Still lit, still gritty, y'all boring
    I don't fuck with you niggas like Hogan
    Trigger finger just be glitchin', it's programmed
    I ain't take disrespect from no man
    Niggas rap 'bout guns, don't own 'em
    Y'all sippin' liquor, you can't even hold
    I'm takin' shots everyday like DeRozan (Yeah-yeah, molly water)

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    Composición: Daniel Sewell y Devon Hendryx

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