--LYRICS--

Why do these niggas feel the need to go and test me
Soon they’ll envy me man they will never get the best of me
A part of me thinks that they will but I’m the rest of me
I don’t know who I am but I know who they all pretend to be
Let’s dead the beef it’s petty anyway I just want bread and p
Don’t be shy B come here and sit down right next to me
Like lethal B all you’ll hear is pow ‘cuz I’m lethal g
I need to be the one to change the scene and make my people eat
If mum and dad knew what I did then they’d be mad at me 
They don’t know the shit that I would do for my family
I don’t give a fuck who you are or who you plan to be
And I don’t care about your reggie nigga stop spamming me
Bad habits 
Man I got bad habits
But if I got a problem then I fight
I don’t slap it
They can’t take the heat crank it up
They can’t hack it
He put hands his on my ski so i had to slap him

This ain’t no decision make a nigga know the vision
When the stacks come you better count them up with mad precision
Swear I got a heart this bitch tryna say that I’m a villain
Hope you’re good but you will never know the way I’m really feeling
Been through some shit and felt pain like my skins peeling
I’m tryna change my mindset like I’m fucking healing
I ain’t gonna stop hustling until I stop breathing
Who am I why am I here I’m tryna figure out the meaning (x2)

I can’t stand having getting music money not work
It’s impossible to me like a fat girl with curves
It’s difficult at the start but at the end it’s all worth
These niggas upside down like they’re living in Perth
It’s easy for them to say that the tunes don’t hit
I beg a man try write a cold verse like this
No action behind them man taking the piss
No time for all of them I got enough on my wrist
All I know is the grind 
It’s taking over my life
Like a fight if a jake locks you up for the night
Fuck that though my future is looking too bright
Tell a pussy nigga get the fuck out my sight
Cuz I might just bust a fat left then a right
Can’t be stuck in an office for the rest of my life
How can a man have a next up ho for a wife
My flow is razor sharp like a motherfucking knife

This ain’t no decision make a nigga know the vision
When the stacks come you better count them up with mad precision
Swear I got a heart this bitch tryna say that I’m a villain
Hope you’re good but you will never know the way I’m really feeling
Been through some shit and felt pain like my skins peeling
I’m tryna change my mindset like I’m fucking healing
I ain’t gonna stop hustling until I stop breathing
Who am I why am I here I’m tryna figure out the meaning (x2)

Just Step

--LYRICS--

Man I wake up and think about paper then bake off
Tryna go viral with this shit so I can make prof
I don’t rate none of these pagans some fake dons
I don’t know why I chill with this guy man he’s a snake don
I’m tryna stay on my grind and make paper
I’m tryna turn into a real money maker
I’m tryna stack up my guap so hit the booth
I’m at the studio telling this baddie I’ll see her later (x2)

I misplaced my trust in you now I can’t find it
Can’t express my pain the only way is to write it
Stress on my brain you know that I’m tryna hide it
My bro changed on me now I can’t like him
My bro changed on me now I don’t rate him
I couldn’t give a fuck if all these niggas are hating
All of these bummy niggas still doing the same thing
All these niggas flexing money that they ain’t making
They wanna work smarter not harder so I’ll do both
I got this bad B on my snap doing the most
I ain’t fucking with these guys man I might go ghost
I can’t even lie man I can’t die without being known
I ain’t gonna stop ‘til I’m selling out all these shows
I’ll do the most for the motion and you already know
I’m tryna do this rap for real they can’t stop my flow 
You know my attention be on the money and not a ho

Man I wake up and think about paper then bake off
Tryna go viral with this shit so I can make prof
I don’t rate none of these pagans some fake dons
I don’t know why I chill with this guy man he’s a snake don
I’m tryna stay on my grind and make paper
I’m tryna turn into a real money maker
I’m tryna stack up my guap so hit the booth
I’m at the studio telling this baddie I’ll see her later (x2)

Man I wake up and think about paper then bill it
Yeah I got a gift man I’ll get on a track and kill it
It’s funny to think that niggas that I thought were realest
Would switch on me like that boy I guess they weren’t willing
To hear me out nah they ain’t hearing me out
But it’s like as soon as I violate they’re hearing me now
I need bigger amounts of paper on me now
I don’t care if its in cash or if it’s in my account
Man I gave all these niggas a chance but they blew it
And I can’t even let that shit affect me ‘cuz I been through it
Already and I ain’t got no fucking reason to prove it
I just gotta work to the top ain’t no excuses
Man I lost almost all of my friends 
And I can’t lie to you my nigga I would lose them again
And they ain’t dead but they’re snakes tryna live in my head
All these bummy niggas around me they ain’t got no respect

Man I wake up and think about paper then bake off
Tryna go viral with this shit so I can make prof
I don’t rate none of these pagans some fake dons
I don’t know why I chill with this guy man he’s a snake don
I’m tryna stay on my grind and make paper
I’m tryna turn into a real money maker
I’m tryna stack up my guap so hit the booth
I’m at the studio telling this baddie I’ll see her later (x2)

RAW J

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