Step On It Lyrics

I ain't stepping on shit, literally

Unless it's the whips pedal for gas, the concrete, turf, the sidewalk, asphalt, or grass

You know what I mean, or is it you don't grasp

Who am I kidding man, they couldn't ever understand

Step on my name if you feel it's the rightfully given task

Step off from around me, no more snakes, daily I cut the grass

Step on my rep, if it's a must go ahead boy smirk and laugh

Step off the porch and see yourself into the situation at hand

Step on the huh, not I no way not ever that won't make this cash stack

Step off the kings turf this environment, no applause but promise they get clapped

Step on they necks, foots not gonna lift or rest, they won't get a chance

Step off or get laid to rest

Step off if you get the chance, I advise you take that advice as having absolutely serious intent

Irreversible damage can happen and will be personally handed out to your ass

Consider this as your fair warning, hand delivered to you in advance

Check em, I bet them boys can't replicate the stance

Even if their chosen sneakers they wearing to mine are an exact match

Two feet down myself always, but as for them, it's put down under 6

Always standing strong on all ten, that you can bet

Don't dare to consider yourself starting line up or a veteran

When you ain't ever stepped onto the field, how could you be the first to step up off of the bench

Yeah step on my name if you'd like and have to deal with the decision you made like a man

Maybe they're insistent of this, because I am the shit, always have been

And it's made apparent that they just love it

Intentionally have stepped on it

They pay attention, and certainly crave the stench

Step on my name if you feel it's the rightfully given task

Step off from around me, no more snakes, daily I cut the grass

Step on my rep, if it's a must go ahead boy smirk and laugh

Step off the porch and see yourself into the situation at hand

Step on the huh, not I no way not ever that won't make this cash stack

Step off the kings turf this environment, no applause but promise they get clapped

Step on they necks, foots not gonna lift or rest, they won't get a chance

Step off or get laid to rest

Check out them numbers, go ahead and observe the reading on the scale

I don't even gotta step on it, I know my weight class real well

They didn't make theirs, so the class of competition they fell

Is in one far fucking beneath my division, they can't even compete no contention, they failed

So I just shoulder shrug like oh well

To me These fuck boys ain't even contenders, simply I just couldn't ever remember

A single given time that they themselves had ever, clutched a trophy, let alone defended a title

Or held the champions belt

These rappers look like a feast for me indeed, and to a beast

They wouldn't dare to step onto the street, they would be in trouble and feeling immense amounts of heat

Like a meal fresh and prepped out the oven it's now time to eat

Like stepping on scorching hot coals, no shoe soles, just with bare feet

It's better off that they just choose to leave and beat feet, and to tuck tail

Or otherwise their demise and defeat they will reap

Step on or step off on the choice is y'all's

Go head and make a choice now

Or, get lost

Just, my name, do not, step on

Don't