J Shiest - Stepped On

(Pete got this shit too turnt!)
Yeah, yeah, AMG you hit the gas and its popping
Mama just look what ya boy fucking started
Want me to lose so i think they retarted
Just a young nigga who want him a charger so I'm grinding hard just to say that i got it
Get to the money, shut up and be solid
I'm getting to the point where i can't use a wallet
Yeah (yeah)
He got stepped on
They said I'm not moving right so i went left on 'em
She did wrong when i when i did right so i wish death on her
I'm super geeked and super P but i be dead wrong

Put real nigga on my headstone
I'm from zone five so we get along
Tell em "i ain't got shit", they be on my dick
Get 'em off my telephone
Young nigga getting lit, i know i got 'the em sick
Because I'm having hella stones
I got right back on my shit
I had took a loss so i had to tell her "gone"
I'm just keeping it P
Just a lil minute ago they didn't fuck with the kid
So why is they asking for me?
Niggas be toting they pistols they thinking they gangster
They looking like posers to me
Got a lil temper but i am not thriving off anger
I get in my mode when I'm geeked
Get through the city this is a trackhawk not wrangler
I'm changing the mode for the street
Now watch how i walk it, these niggas be all into talking
They doing the shit that i taught em
Young nigga popping this shit cause i grew up without it
So i'an even watching my mouth
I see 'em doubting the kid but you know i'an tripping
I know that i come from the south
Walk in the mall and i get straight to spending this shit
Cause i'm knowing i can't leave without it

Yeah, yeah, AMG you hit the gas and it's popping
Mama just look what ya boy fucking started
Want me to lose so i think they retarted
Just a young nigga who want him a charger so I'm grinding hard just to say that i got it
Get to the money, shut up and be solid i'm getting to the point where i can't use a wallet
Yeah (yeah)
He got stepped on
They said I'm not moving right so i went left on 'em
She did wrong when i when i did right so i wish death on her
I'm super geeked and super P but i be dead wrong
Yeah

Popping outside you know when i walk in the building
Im coming through tripping
Young nigga lit and i ain't sell a brick
So i cannot complain on the way that I'm living
Back on my shit i'an going for nothing
Yeah you already know that I'm standing on business
RDB shit we just get to the money we ain't tripping on opps
We ain't doing no killing yeah
But don't get it fucked
I be hanging round niggas who clutching
If you try me lil' nigga i'm bucking
You the type stand there and do nothing
I been moving like "fuck is a budget"
I be talking my shit cause i'm poppin' now
Baby chill aye you know we ain't popping out
Fuck them niggas and fuck what they talking bout
Thinking they put on glasses they watching now
Grip on the stick as I'm walking out
PTSD got me cautious now
She getting mad cause we falling out
Told them okay now they flocking out
Hop on the beat and i walk it down
Get to the money no stopping now
Chrome heart my shit when I'm shopping now
Mama you know i'an dropping out
Now they ask me when I'm dropping now
Whenever i got sum' to talk about

Yeah, yeah, AMG you hit the gas and it's popping
Mama just look what ya boy fucking started
Want me to lose so i think they retarted
Just a young nigga who want him a charger so I'm grinding hard just to say that i got it
Get to the money, shut up and be solid i'm getting to the point where i can't use a wallet
Yeah (yeah)
He got stepped on
They said i'm not moving right so i went left on 'em
She did wrong when i when i did right so i wish death on her
I'm super geeked and super P but i be dead wrong

Written by:
Jerald Parks

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