03.Step 1 (ft Edwin Armin) prodby Trigga the Saint.mp3

Produced by: Gelato

Lyrics: 

We a long way from home right now
Couple thousand miles for estimate
Brought the studio with me
That work don't ever stop
Y'all gon' learn that soon

Someone show these rappers how i'm working
I been moving fucking mountains for this shit
Walk up in the bank, it's for deposit
Hit my wallet and it's like i hit a lick up in this bitch
All designer on my motherfucking fit, ice on my wrists
I really drip from head to toe up in this shit
I got future plaques coming in, all these tracks killing 'em
I'm never stopping till the day i get rich
Till the day i get rich, muhfucka, make hits
30,000 for a show, that shit won't even make sense
All my bitches all 10's
All my bruddas make trends
Try and come and steal my shine, that's shit that i don't recommend
And one day i'll be a star
So i'm shootin' for the moon
I keep on running like Lamar
You won't catch me on the move
I knew that i'd make it this far since the day i left the womb
Now all my haters turn it on and hear Gelato make it boom
Cuz we just really dropped a 6 hitter, no filler
I got the whole world wanting they own pictures
They know i only tell the truth, i give no filter
Tell anyone don't hit my ass, you not a bag getter
Cuz i got my mind made up, i'll be greater
And everyone ahead of me i'm 'boutta degrade 'em
They really tryna ride my wave, i'm 'boutta deflate 'em
I up this pencil clip, ironic that it erase 'em
Okay, let's go
Slidin' all in the streets
Slidin' all on the beat
Up this fire, he won't ever try speak
Leave his tank on E (this shit get wicked)
Hoppin' out on feet
Mask on, no read
Leave him on a white tee
They'll be searching for weeks (you get turned to a victim)
Hit the NSB 3 hours deep with drank up in my system
And i keep shit clean like listerine, they teeth show if they lying
I can read the scene and know his moves before he even make 'em
Tell my gang go get 'em, they go hit 'em, leave his momma crying

Someone show these rappers how i'm working
I been moving fucking mountains for this shit
Walk up in the bank, it's for deposit
Hit my wallet and it's like i hit a lick up in this bitch
All designer on my motherfucking fit, ice on my wrists
I really drip from head to toe up in this shit
I got future plaques coming in, all these tracks killing 'em
I'm never stopping till the day i get rich

I been working harder tryna take this farther (uh, uh)
UFO, i'm a martian, push that bitch like a charger (uh, uh)
Don't fuck wit us regardless, you get turned to a target (uh, uh)
Hoppin' out, we park it, up that iron and spark it (uh, uh)
Fuck wit me, take ya neck off
Another name i'ma check off
All my fans, they treat my bars like a ted talk
When i go, let my pen talk
Shoot for the stars, i'll prolly land on a planet, mindset an advantage
I keep bread on both my sides like a sandwich
Play my cards like i'm Gambit
Came up in this game with my pockets full of nothing
Soon it's rubber band hunnids
Book like 10 shows in summer
I got foenem that would never talk
They learned from seeing Gunna
Ice up on me keep my neck on froze like this shit was a tundra
Get that check and then it's flight to flight, we go state to state in a second
I'm locked in like a pension
Some my brothas still wit gang, they keep stepping
They got different intentions
We end up with different lives and go different directions
But i never forget 'em, never switching up, i'll still send 'em my blessings

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