Marcus B. - Steppin' On Versace
If we ever in that jamI tell my dog to sick em
Cuz we ain't going out victim
They been killing rappers young
I speak life in existence
Media got em scared, they thinking that the end near
But history repeat itself that mean we been here
I'm doper than that Pyrex pot
Producing rock
I been stepping on Versace
Now it's fire at my socks
Talk to my pops about these stocks
Want cash flow for cash grow
No Mercy Castro
This music for the maybach I ain't copped yet
Man they do it for profit I feel like I'm a prophet
I been working on projects, projects that I ain't dropped yet
Treat the mic like I hate it
Screaming all my frustrations
It record what I say
They think I'm premeditated
Something very peaceful
Yeah
Let the top down and let ya hair blow
Pull up in something cozy but we flyer than they know
Pillsbury dough
My dawg keep the toaster on em
We spreading peace just to avoid the police
25 To life a long time when you ain't even 25
I took my fears and tears and make goals beyond my years
My old head say I'm beyond my years
If we ever cry we drop designer tears
I been stepping on Versace
I been stepping on Versace
I been stepping on Versace
Written by:
Marcus Burton
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