Chorus:
You see me stepping on your block
I feel like Stephen with this shot
Got all these straps that I just bought
I flipped a pack by selling pot
Homie destined what i thought
Till he left me to get caught
Told my Dealer give me lots
Sell it back for extra profit
Verse 1:
My homies chilling in the back
Smoking cookie out a pack
Why they hating? why you sad?
Cook it up like Breaking Bad
She Wanna fuck but she got mad
Left me hopeless get a bag
Hussle big, Reload my mag
Steady Humble nevеr brag
Pre-Hook:
Steady whippin in the kitchеn
Homie dead he played the victim
Tried to talk, they never listened
Always think I'm speaking fiction
I don't know, I saw a vision
Kept it straight I'm never switching
From the pavement to the riches
I had to stay away from women
Chorus:
You see me stepping on your block
I feel like Stephen with this shot
Got all these straps that I just bought
I flipped a pack by selling pot
Homie destined what i thought
Till he left me to get caught
Told my Dealer give me lots
Sell it back for extra profit
Verse 2:
I met up with a homie by the corner
He wished death on me
Slide your block and pulled up in a rover
You were scared of me
Why you scared of me?
My chopper clipped with deli meats
Matched my tone with the fucking beat
You know there is no fuckery!
I'm tryna change recovery
New flow check my discography
Match my odds like monopoly
So high we laugh like comedy
I think I am a prophecy
10 bands to make a masterpiece
Bought her just with a diamond ring
My boy said she a telly ting
Chorus:
You see me stepping on your block
I feel like Stephen with this shot
Got all these straps that I just bought
I flipped a pack by selling pot
Homie destined what i thought
Till he left me to get caught
Told my Dealer give me lots
Sell it back for extra profit
My homies chilling in the back
Smoking cookie out a pack
Why they hating? why you sad?
Cook it up like Breaking Bad
She Wanna fuck but she got mad
Left me hopeless get a bag
Hussle big, Reload my mag
Steady Humble never brag
Steady whippin in the kitchen
Homie dead he played the victim
Tried to talk, they never listened
Always think I'm speaking fiction
I don't know, I saw a vision
Kept it straight I'm never switching
From the pavement to the riches
I had to stay away from women