The Eastside Steppas Freestyle

[Intro]
Lighter flickering
OG Johnny
FLAiR Jordan
It's 2022
And this is the Eastside Steppas
(Eastside eastside eastside eastside)

[Verse]
I'm a killer, he's a killer, she's a killer, bitch
We some killers, see some killers, sleep a killer quick
My speech a killer, feeling a way
Sick of these fake drug dealers that make these plates full of filler that fill the safe til weight is on Phillip Banks
There's enough to build an estate
Out of my еlement, don't know how much I'm willing to take
Won't sign a dеal to be slave
Heard a rapper put his soul in a contract the other day for a quarter million and fame
These niggas are cooning big just so they bills can be paid
Your royalties 2%, how the fuck you milking the game?
The Morale's Law, half of these entertainers addicts thinking they sound dope
The other half is kissing ass, rocking the brown-nose
Me? I'm out of town with some hoes watching the clown show
Look at my crown glow, y'all barely be getting downloaded
Whoa, you ain't my father dawg
How can it be? You should stop planting seeds
Everybody knows you're here because of your family tree
There's levels to this rap shit and you not the man to beat, you a fan of me
I thought I showed my worth on the album with Rosenberg
I murdered everybody, taught Kendrick how to control a verse a bit better
I'm the real big stepper
Hotter than eating Sticks Peppers in the desert while wearing a big sweater
Take your pick, either be lit or be the nigga that gotta take the pick
I'm meeting a fan who excited 'cause I be blazing shit
You don't got a choice in the matter 'cause you ain't making hits
Couldn't create a gift, your life is a meme
Your future is looking gloomy, it's not as bright as it seems
The minute you mention my name I'm getting right with your team
Who the fuck told this bum he had the right to the streets?
Gassed to be on this, it's 50, nigga NiCE is Supreme
My name ring in NYC, from [?] to Queens
You like them streams til you realise that light is a beam
My next shit come with a stem to get right to the fiends
I feel like Raekwon the Chef when he was writing to C.R.E.A.M
FLAiR dropping tomorrow and the product is narcos
I snuck the blocks in the cargo, I'm a popular marlo
Snatch your wife like it's Fargo
Tarantino the scene, I'm in the star role, I cause foes to go in dark mode
Sharp enough to cut raw bone
I'm sharp enough to slice a nigga like shabaro's, I let the .4 go
Jump in the Porsche, floating with stars though
Cars, clothes and hoes, I seen the magazines it's making me marvel
FLAir Jordan jump over competition in leaps and bounds
Wolves and GOATS stop conversation whenever she around
They used to hate blindly, I slightly wish they could see me now
I can't wait to give em a bald head like Sleepy Brown