Step out, step up
Ain't no work by me stepped on
Baby mother had herself a baby boy
Kid got him step son, step one
She is who you think she ain't
He ain't who you think she is
Just a rebound you play paint
Chicago put that on they kids
Back to my ole baby mother
That my sister
That my brother
That's my son just 'cause my color
All my homies doing bids
Fuck that I got life to live
I ain't raisin' shit but mine
Fuck that young boy, he'll be fine
Someone get that kid a nine (he's only ten)
Shit so was I
Now somehow become a man
You better not fucking die
You better not fucking die
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