Big Steppa

Talk my shit, 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 niggas 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 fucks what the President say (Fuck outta here) That shit 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 bitches naked in my messages (Haha) I smoke your whole top twenty, fuck five, that's definite (Niggas 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 niggas rap, but this the better shit Game sick, this the medicine Fashion Rebel on my letterman (Nigga) Chrome Hearts on my sweater, my work better You could never fuck with me ever, I been a big stepper Make a play, put the shit together Before music made a way, I had a pistol on my dresser, nigga Chrome Hearts on my sweater, my work better You could never fuck with me ever, I been a big stepper Made a play, put the shit together Before music made a way, I had that work on my dresser, nigga Ayo, we way up on you niggas the score is like a hundred to five (Niggas washed) Fuck you thought? These niggas 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 niggas do ho shit, 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 Fuck 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 shit Styling on em' like Deion, you peons is nondescript Chrome Hearts on my sweater, my work better You could never fuck with me ever, I been a big stepper Make a play, put the shit together Before music made a way, I had a pistol on my dresser, nigga Chrome Hearts on my sweater, my work better You could never fuck with me ever, I been a big stepper Made a play, put the shit together Before music made a way, I had that work on my dresser, nigga