Stick Not a Staff

How you forget I'ma steppa

I uh

How you forget I'ma steppa

Fell back from the streets but uh

Hey

Aye

Uhh

How you forget I'ma steppa

How you forget

I fell back from the streets, but I keep it discreet, check my permanent record

Check my permanent record

Long live all my deceased, pray you resting in peace and the Lord be my shepherd

As I walk through the valley of shadow and death, keep a stick not a staff, them is separate

Fear no evil, like none whatsoever, that gun on me tethered

Forgot I'ma steppa

I keep rhythm inside of the dark where there's demons but I do not dance with the devil

But sometimes I feel like I got off of the beat, fell from heaven and lost all my feathers

Tryna do more than survive while a nigga alive so I'm striving to always do better

Can't give out no piece of the pie, all the work I applied, baby don't you forget I'ma steppa

Glocks and ARs, H and Ks, FNN, Smith and Wessons, XDs and Barrettas

Yeah, I'm black but I like heavy metal and just like the music I rock on whoever

Lost some dogs on the way to the spot, it's a reason that some of 'em got caught by Cruella

I got hoes I ain't hit, when I'm lit, I'ma let 'em

Like

She gon get a night to fuck

Fuck it, being nice for what

Sober ain't gon do it, off a thirty, oh I'm pippin' up

Dipping out, and leave that ho on read like she ain't type enough

The only reason some of y'all on block cause you ain't buy me nothin

Rich beef, try your luck

Get spent out a cyber truck

I might pay a nigga from your hood just to light you up

I might roll a wish a nigga wood just gor trying sum

I just had to tell a nigga ho I'm good, I ain't tryna hump

Real life, but sometimes I be thinking like a meme

When I listen to these bitches I see Future with them rings on

I'm a young sugar daddy tricking off on lean

My plug a old head, still use a Nokia with the ringtone

Mama said never let nobody kill your dreams

So I limit who around, all them hating niggas been gone