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Stepped In (feat. Dizzee Rascal)

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Stepped In (feat. Dizzee Rascal) was released on September 7, 2018 by 6ix7even as a part of the album The Masked One

Song Details

AlbumThe Masked One

Release DateSeptember 7, 2018

Label6ix7even

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM75

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

LD

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Cassiel Wuta-Ofei

Cassiel Wuta-Ofei

Songwriter

Dylan Mills

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Show N Prove

Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

I stepped in on some gang ting

All my drillers in the background

LD talks real facts, you can go and check my background

Old school I used to phone bro like "Yo M bring the mac 'round"

Still up to that same crud but we're having talks about racks now

Everyone's from the hood, but the difference is we get money here

And you know we got big waps, enemies ain't coming here

And you know I'm on that stain shit see a crop and I'll run in there

Sound it off for the sake of it, sounding like we bought a drum in here

I bang-bang for my hood

Still the same motherfucker that will get you bang-banged out your boogs

The industry garn respect me, I'm a badman and they shook

Award shows with the blickies on us, they know we're here, but don't look

On the way to a show now and I'm still smelling of the bando

On the motes with A$AP making sweeter drinks than mango

My main girl wanna fly out, but I'm getting busy in the flats though

In love with this war stuff I know, opps know, the feds know and the fans know

That 6ix Gang still drilling

[Verse 2]

Do it like fufu, grab him, dip him excellent fishing

Roll up and smoke, spark and blow, come like we're billing

Either way mans winning

Eating well in this music ting and this rap game's so filling (Comfy)

[Verse 3]

(Come on man, still gang anywhere)

(I'll cut anywhere man)

(Young boy with links to the OG's, you know man)

(Raskit it's live O, yeah)

[Verse 4]

Shellings, I know a couple drillers and felons

They talk like I fell off the face off the Earth

And they sound so hurt

I just bought a couple more dwellings

Who are these bell-ends and what are they selling?

Who are they telling?

I'll kick your head in and press on the swelling

Yeah I'll split your melon and spread out your melanin

[Verse 5]

Why are these bruddas so feminine?

Ride in the direction you're heading in

I'm so ahead of the game I'm offended

You wouldn't even mention me in the same breath as these anymen

And any attempt to throw dirt on my name

Will just make me alert and raise up my adrenaline

How many times have these bruddas try switch up the programme?

Then turn around and say "Dylan I'm sorry, now can we be friends again?"

[Verse 6]

I don't wanna truce, the truth is I'm way too loose

And if it's all music, keep it all in the booth

Make no excuses, I'm too exclusive

It's long in the tooth and it's all useless

Alla dese bookey, Judas moves, just proved

That they're all bloody losers

I'm so abusive, forgive my rudeness

I'm so ruthless

[Verse 7]

Lord of the Manor, no home improvements

Raised in the manor, manna man like me made the biggest movements

Forget the rumours

I schooled the students, take trips to Toulouse or Bermuda

For the amusement

Lose your illusions and bemusement

You're confused and you ain't gotta clue who's who

Keep jumping to conclusions, fool!

[Verse 8]

(Woi-oi)

(L, Raskit)

(Lemme charge up for dem you know)

(Hmmmm! 60 alla dat, alla dat aye!)

[Verse 9]

Still P.C.D anytime of day for anyone of my brodie's

New wap got the gang charged, gotta treat this one like a trophy

Masked up like he's LD, pussyboy you don't know me

And you ain't with the 6ix Gang, you ain't shot shit you a phoney

Come a long way from selling Benzes

Now we might just tour the world you see gang pulling up in Benzes

Young boy in the back, cooling with the long one like he's fencing

[Verse 10]

Them Gucci frames look nice 'til ST fires up them lenses

Don't at me, come check me, either way they respect me

Got shhh touched and shhh touched and I just sipped on my Tetley

You see what happens when you vex me

Overseas with some sexy girls and alla dem wanna sex me

Think we're calm 'cause we're overseas till I kick a boy off his jet-ski

And I ain't playin' either man

This fo' real you know

L

Come at the master

60 alla dat, aye

Written by: Cassie Wuta-Ofei, Dylan Mills, Ellis Taylor

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