Dubstep

I was thinkin' 'bout somethin'

But I ain't worried 'bout nothin'

Remember when I was strugglin'

Fucked up on my knuckles

Tryin' to sell some dirt weed

Taxin' off a ten speed

Money wasn't comin'

For sure nigga I kept frontin'

I had them dubs on the step

I had them dubs on the step

I had them dubs on the step

I had them dubs on the step

Slow days, fast days

Gettin' paper any way

Gettin' paper any way

Gettin' paper any way

Gettin' paper any way

And I kept lickin' on that clit

Till she gave me that shit

I've been fucked up for so long

Swear to God I gotta get it

I put my back into it

Servin' bags to them students

Tell 'em I got that fire

On that porch right there by the Buick

I'm just tryin' to get my mind

Go worry nigga 'bout yours

Rollin' up that swisher

Pourin' up a four

Servin' in them hallways

The courtrooms all day

Hoods kicked the door down

Now we in the Coney

I had them dubs on the step

I had them dubs on the step

I had them dubs on the step

I had them dubs on the step

Slow days, fast days

Gettin' paper any way

Gettin' paper any way

Gettin' paper any way

Gettin' paper any way

It's the same old shit

Everybody in the manor is locked up, boxed up

It's killin' me

Niggas wanna get rid of me

Cause I lyrically bust on the riddim

Fill the room with humidity

Stick it in a manner, the heaviest rhythm bangin' it out

Doubling my money getting my hustle in Canning Town????

Listen up Danny Brown

I been doing this ting

Skipped in, then I come and lyrical assist 'em

WOO

I had my dubs on the step