Steppas Freestyle Lyrics

Dear God,

I want to thank you for all the great people you put in my life

Giving me the strength to fight through all the ups and downs and

Protecting me from the haters and the perpetrators

Lord I'm forever grateful and I know the heights you have planned for me are magnificent

And those who don't agree are just ignorant

I want to thank you God for all the beautiful women you put in my life

Even though none of them made my wife the experiences were nice

I ask you to continue to give me strength in this uphill battle lord

Thank you,

Amen

We was in Starcrest apartments

Tryna be some stars, knew we'd take it far

Lijah on the beat, y'all ain't up to par

Cristian on the mix, vocals touched by God

Wish that chris was here, he'll pull yah card

Drakko keep the heat, he'll leave yah charred

Magical with bars, just all me the Bard

Or the piece keeper, keep a street sweeper

And a thick diva, she a skeet eater

Money or my time, she can't get either

She know Ima dog, someone get PETA

Know I'm after bread, Tryna get pita

You a family guy, someone get Peter

We in the stewy, we making a movie

Heard yah bitch choosy, Im leaving her gooey

Brown and black coupey, remind me of scooby,

Lord

I'm on a roll, Im on a roll, a roll, a roll

Ain't with the dumb shit I'm chasing a goal

We running shit, we ain't taking a stroll

We got it lit like the top of the stove

We presidential we uppin the poles

Uppin the scope ima blow of his nose

Im on some bullshit I ball like D.rose

All black the drip I be fly with the crows

My bitch a model she know how to pose

These niggas model's they really be posers

Get em some paper then fold like a folder

She gave me cat but I prefer the Doja

Destiny Child told that bitch Ima soldier

Knew that we make it don't say I ain't told ya

Im from New York just makes sense why I'm colder

Could have a bad bitch and won't even poke her

Walking round in a robe like she Yoda

Hold it down swear I get her a Rova

What's the odor its success and cologna

Back in this bitch cannot give em a break

Its the S as the dollar sign feel like I'm ma$e

I put work in with dollar signs feel like I'm chase

I be running with villains ain't no one wear capes

I be tied in with shooters and all of em laced

We in first they in second boy stay in yah place

Ain't no face on my shooter ain't building a case

We don't hate on computers we say it to face

If I turn it to cinco could turn it to seis

If I say it I do it I'm not one to feint

Want to take it to war hope he got him a tank

Make a effort to push up I turn it to plank

I be walking through clouds before puffing the dank

Im in love with the paper aint cuffing a skank

I be sharp with the bars like a snuck in a shank

Call me king of the hill I be runnin with hank!

We Taking Over The Game!

Ya'll feelin Some type of way!

Count up like we moving weight!

Count up like we moving!

We Taking Over The Game!

Ya'll feelin Some type of way!

Bitches line up for the gang!

Bitches line up for the!

We Taking Over The Game!

Ya'll feelin Some type of way!

Count up like we moving weight!

Count up like we moving!