Earnotik - The Step lyrics

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Earnotik - The Step lyrics

[Verse 1] What it is? Wa**up? You won't catch a n***a in a club Mothaf**a what it is? Wa**up? I'm not that type of n***a spending money in a pub While your n***as jerk off, I'll be workin' harder than a *gasp* They ain't never seen that type of power, I'm the fathership All I see is n***as still debating bout how much they real While their realness got the level of Pamela's wig Oh, man I got the chakra they can't never see I'm just charging all this sh**, striking and make sure they feelin' it, feelin' it Wash the competition's like a fantasy Got my mouth loaded, pop pop, fire, pop pop, we k**in' it, k**in' it Crooked smile to the fake friends Only low thing I'm f**in with is ba**es, boy I'm flyin' like an airplane Rap game? Nah you know a n***a ain't playin' I got a brain that doesn't even fit the headband [Hook 1] Young n***a with a attitude Rumors on my person, I think that I had a few Medals on the way, winnings yeah I had it too When I'm in the front n***a, they just going back like two-step Going back like two-step So mighty like I'm Bruce, yeah God got my back, if you ain't with us, you against us, no effort, no effort yeah [Verse 2] Speaker check, get it Imma hurt these n***as like a finger break, man I'm gonna... (Okay hold up, we ain't got no time for a second verse or something like that, give us the hook and the best outro ever, let's get em, yup!) [Hook 2] I think I told you I'm a n***a with a attitude Rumors on my person, I think that I had a few Medals on the way, winnings yeah I had it too When I'm in the front, n***a they just going back like two-step Going back like two-step So mighty like I'm Bruce, yeah God got my back, if you ain't with us, you against us, no effort, f** with us yuh! [Verse 3] Mic check-check-check Your n***as basic like a black backpack n***as fallin' for a cake (sheesh) n***as askin' for a break My brain an estate, they wanna do it for p**y, but i just do it for my sake I don't wanna have blood on my hands, don't make me do it! J'suis vite on like my name was Louis By the way it's Vuitton (IXI), I'm sick of your n***as I'm talkin' truth, they got that Iggy tongue, man I mean... I see you showin' off mon ami, not my business How can you show me your talent if it is non-existent? They say I can't be stronger, I work for more or more Louder than a 808, your n***as just 404 We can see you under pressure, all my thoughts are controversial like my conscious name was Sacha, you can bring it back I ain't f**in' with yo fashion, know my future, know my picture, know my caption I took the best, you kept sh** Now I'm just here praying for my people Praying that I'll be alive to see the f**in' sequel Cause everybody tellin' I'm a crazy individual...