Steppa Da Rebel - Intro

Niggas snort cocaine, and these women's fuckin' they friends
You would be surprised what a motherfucker would do just to get in
No safe space, just heartbreaks, police searches and car chases
Handcuffs and dog faces, it's red blood on the hard pavement

Gunshots make us all crazy, we hit the floor to try to save the bait
AMS was takin' long, on our P because he didn't make
Fake IDs and credit cards, niggas tryna eat cause they don't wanna starve
I feel your pain cause we had it hard, and if I got it I'ma share it all

Niggas talk about being broke and tryna take you home, man that's sad dawg
You a drink because you bought the bitch, that shit ain't player that's cap dawg
If I throw some change, niggas she'll probably sit on my lap dawg
But I don't need no lap dog, only real bitches my server

Hustle game so efficient, nigga they can braid hair and serve herping
Fuck around and get your girl and sell your bitch some purses
Then fuck around and get your girl yappin', get some information that'll hurt ya
Yeah, get some information that'll hurt ya

Back to all you niggas that like to carry them pistols
Ain't gon' put your hands on a man, nigga, so you'd rather fight these women
They put your ass on a pedestal like they really out here winning
Like they really out here winning

Welcome to the tank, a safe distance
You dig? Stay in your lane, bruh
That's all it's about, stay in your lane
And stay in key, got too much shit going on in the world, nigga

For a nigga to be crashing out here, nigga
Be your motherfucking self
Stay your distance from negative energy, nigga, and keep pushing

Written by:
Ernest Murphy, Steppa Rebel

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