Stepping Hard Lyrics

Brand new Mac eleven

They know that I'm stepping

Stepping Hard

Stepping Hard

Woke up with a hoe I don't even know

She booty naked

Dreads be hanging low

It's like you know the boy Jamaican

I've been on my pivot

None but paper I've been chasing

Motion on the road

Boy you would think them niggas racing

We be stepping hard

Remember we was walking

You should look at both my cars

I be eating weed right out the pack

Like fuck the gar

I need a guitar

My shorty call me her rock rockstar

We ain't made it out of poverty

I'm Finna raise the bar

Look out the window

See the hood

Was poor as fuck in school

Yet was laughing like Its good

Shout out to Exauce

Brung me pop tarts every morning

And r.i.p my uncle

Been four years and I'm still mourning

Hell yeah me love the morning

Cus we ain't had no lights up in the crib

For half a year

You know I believe in Jesus

Momma praying over ears

It's fucked up I can't cry sometimes I try

Can't get a tear

It's fucked up I ain't made it

I been dropping hits all year

But now I'm here

Like I'm supposed to be

I can feel the hate from across the room

Boy don't come close to me

Long live PNB

I'm tryna tell this hoe quit posting me

She think that I'm cheating

Minus as well

If she gonna be up in my face

Regardless of the fact

That I'm just trying to find some space

I think I need a son

But that ain't even smart

I can't stop clutching on this gun

And I can't even sleep

When that's the only way to run

Bitch

I be moving deep

It's like the streets dun really won

Bitch

Took her out to eat to shit it out

Look

I dun spent two hundred on the meal

And I ain't never signed a deal

I'm having Motion

Now these labels got it out

Look

I just need a Milli

Ain't talking Meek

But I get cheese like I'm from Philly

But ain't shit sweet about me

Bae tryna go out

I say she ain't leaving without me

She dun got all pretty for no reason

Now she pouting

We be stepping hard