steppers. ft. turncoats Lyrics

January eight, two thousand and twenty-two I was losing it

Year since granny passed

And the thc I'm abusing it

February, March, and April

Niggas on the stupid shit

But niggas get judgemental if I up the hip

Empty the

Feeling like jesus, too many judases

Need me a nudist birch

Drugs no longer the cooler shit

Told pops his watch was getting dry

He need a cooler wrist

The better shit

He told me shut the fuck up and

Stop being a damn terrorist

Arrogant but heaven sent

That's mama Steph description of her firstborn

Who always had scars but never blemish

Yeah, her firstborn who can't drive a car

But drive the bitches off a cliff

Make his closest friends dip

Need a girl to stop the slits

Envelope cutter on the wrist

Shit is getting fucked

Devil stole my soul from God and

Said come get it back in blood

Is that me saying I'm evil or

Nothing more than excuse?

I been living for twenty-three years and

Still ignoring my truth

But this not to slander me

No, why we never talk about you

I was Khaled with a major key

I lost that nigga too

Used to tell him we the best

Soon we'd be suffering from success

The only thing I suffered from

Was connection from you

Man, I ain't start bellflower

Why am I leading the group?

Innocent demon at heart and now

I'm only with the CREU

See, I been beefing with my brothers

Cause they bitching over bitch shit

Niggas always reaching think we be talking slick shit

Nigga if the shoe fits

Of course you love the new J's

Wear a size thirteen but barely can act ya damn age

Niggas quit basketball to go fulfill they rap dreams but

You are not Cole so stop tryna be the wrong jay

Cause I'm the type to make relationships go flambe

I burn these bridges

Tell 'em niggas they can the long way

Should be the type to hit ya bitch up

Right in front of your face

But I like sneaky linking

She be sneaking the throat up on me

I could get more disrespectful if you ask me

You niggas jits, you niggas zits

You could get popped like acne

Yo, Steph, why he ain't fucking with me?

Nigga, do not ask me

If you scared of confrontation then

You don't need to be asking

It's Stephen, the young black king

He's tryna live his life to be more than a lil rap thing

Cause I am not a trend

But the way I'm tryna bubble

Like a blister on ya skin

It's gon hurt more than you drowning

Reality is sinking in

My ex just hit me up to tell me she still a ten

But the funny shit is

That's how many that's went in at once

Sorry that's a little blunt

You know I only smoke the joint

I'll be damned if I gotta bitch out

Another dude to get the point

Heard they smoking big Steuwop pack

Tried to say it to my face 'til you got packed

They be scared when I tell 'em where the moon be at

He get on my nerves but

He one of few that still got my back

I keep a nigga with a strap

In case we gotta make it blat

Have these niggas leaking blood

Until they family screamin' slatt

I could make a hundred milli

Spend it on crypto, make it back

Told them niggas stay out my way

If you won't, we take it back

To my old ways, the demon ways

It's werewolf, it's Ghostface

She on my dick, her favorite taste

Stay in ya lane, we hit the breaks

Let window down, we let it fly

You put casket on layaway

Darling, I don't wish you well

You was a rebound anyways

This is why you got played like

Two of my eps

They see me as the evil

But they look too hard like threeD

No glasses but that don't stop me

From seeing the bullshit

We can empty full clips to

Send your mother tulips

Might pick up ya lil sister

She give me them two lips

I do whatever I want

Cause you niggas on the bullshit

Stay protected, hold ya gun

Don't whine and not one and one

Stop being a bitch for fun

IDC, we one of one

All my life, I had to fight

All my life, I had to kill

To stomp on pussy niggas necks

And let them know this shit is real

All my life, I had to fight

All my life, I had to kill

To stomp on all these niggas necks

And let them know this shit is real