#longlivesteelo

LYRICS:

[Verse 1]

I'm makin' families play dress up like they comin' to court
Sortin' out the Lord's work, make a spot in the morgue
I could break a leg and still go wipe you out of the horde
Because I'm livin' proof the pen is mightier than the sword

When your bars are at their best, they're 'bout the same as when I'm bored
I'm the next best MC outta New York
Everything that you record is always bein' ignored
Because you got as much control as puttin' dicks inside a glory hole

Equip me with a weapon and I'm bound to start blastin'
Better start packin' 'fore you get caught lackin'
Hear a lotta chatter from the people that I'm passin'
So if they say my name you better tell me who's asking

I'mma keep laughin', gotta take action,
Gotta start movin' on a new transaction
Look so fine I might get a deal with Calvin
Spit so good white girls put my bars in their captions

Spin it like I'm fightin' with the devil himself
I'm schemin' like a proletarian who's boutta rebel
Got my money on a spreadsheet, boutta excel
So word to power, point it out, I'm lookin' out for my wealth

I’m the only person left who’s lookin’ out for my health
I'm comin’ with the fire like a bat outta hell
I’mma keep livin’ life if my shit doesn’t sell
But I’m still shittin’ on the game, tell me how that smell

I used to white knight mothafuckas on a type beat
Now the tiny mothafuckas wanna be just like me
Steppin' to my level, that's just simply unlikely
Gotta make decisions, do you really wanna fight me?

Gotta take a look at what it is and what it might be
And what it is is that my competition is behind me
And every opp I've ever had, they used to walk beside me
Dealin' with the snakes, Steve Irwin, crikey

[Interlude]

[Verse 2]

Pull up on the block, couple shots, milly rock
Whatchu proud for? Shot somebody son 'til he drop
Whatcha momma say? Think she know her son got a glock?
Whatcha pops say? Think he know his son run the block?
 
Whatchu gotta say? Always on the run from the cops
Never stop, gotta run 'til the Yeezys ain't deadstock
Heatin' up the opps, everybody on deadlock
Bullet through the heart, now your body on bedrock
 
Packin', now your family gotta pack and lock a padlock
All because you left a dude top on the blacktop
Blew a dude brains cuz he blew your bitches back out
Bitches ain't shit, now you runnin' like a track now
 
Lightin' dudes up, now ya homies got shellshock
Cuffed, now you seein' all the opps in your cell block
Fuck do I know? I'm a dude with a soft spot
Ain't no bitch but what's a hug to a headshot

Work so hard I'mma work in a sweatshop
Get a couple bags in the car like a bellhop
Pop into the game like I just got airdropped
Or even better, like a porn ad on your desktop

I just keep gettin' whips on whips, like a Belmont
Park it in the garage, I ain't even been to Elmont
Put me on a feature and you know I'll be the best part
You think you a chef but I'm the owner of the restaurant

Shit ain't even work but if it was I'd have the best job
Pullin' E-brakes in the highway rest stop
Bars like a hand on a stove and it's red hot
Thought a bitch said sum, huh, guess not.

You could quit here, that would be your best spot,
Think you want smoke, here to tell you that you best not
Spittin' with precision, top lip got a red dot
Hoppin' on the wave and gettin' off at the next stop

Survival Tactics Remix (prod. Styles of Beyond)

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