Back on the Step - Lunar C/Mic Righteous
Yo
When I looked at the game
From the outside
Couldn't get my head around it
Never got one foot in the door
I ain't trying to back on the step about this
Been doing anything but eat now
I'm growing bigger and bigger
Like a fat kid I'm not playing
I'm going in for my dinner
Already told you I'm a fly tipper
Ain't never gonna rep anything but that
I already know what these kids
'Cause I'm not getting paid income tax
I'm a boss
Doesn't matter if you rate me or not
Still in the video with my hands on my cock
Winding 'em up like a jack in the box
'Cause all my friends bump
Every track that I drop
The devil I pray
And I'm jealous and hateful
Separate heads from the neck
If they're makin'
Any attempt to preventing my reign
Then hell'll be waiting a second away
Set in my ways never will change
Still don't know how to keep my mouth shut
Everyday I just get up and blaze
Still can't go a couple hours without but
I ain't got time to be listenin' to
All of these rappers
They hit me up makin' me cringe
They come up and give me a cd right
After the show and I just put
That sh*t in the bin
Your favourite rapper's a faggoty fashion
Victim and a b**ch
I don't listen to him
Nah I'd rather put both of my hands
On the floor go up on a handstand
And piss on my chin
Spend your life trying to fittin' in
Then complain why you don't get noticed
I just do this for the music
I don't really know nothin' about showbiz
Too concerned about cult signs or
Who I do and don't roll with
Just worry about your own f**ked up life
I'll keep my mind on my own sh*t
Spend your life trying to fittin' in
Then complain why you don't get noticed
I just do this for the music
I don't really know nothin' about showbiz
Too concerned about cult signs
Or who I do and don't roll with
Just worry about your own f**ked up life
I'll keep my mind on my own sh*t
Worry about your own f**ked up life
I don't know why you keep tryna f**k up mine
'Cause I be walking these ice cold straights
Middle finger up like I won't play
Class A for life Y O P
You man are more boring than a walk home
Thought you were funny rapping them poor jokes
Here goes p**sy
You don't get it
I thought so
Don't get it like I'm talkin' in morse code
I ain't fittin' in with these pussyholes
I'm the big dick in this porno
Tryna be the rockstar popstar rapstar trapstar
I just laugh at all four of those
Lord knows I could've fit in
With the cool kids at the cool club
Tryna act like a baller
You just look like a gaffed up prick even more so
Don't complain 'cause you ain't gettin' noticed
And you just bought a whole new wardrobe
Don't b**ch 'cause you ain't got your own sh*t
Callin' out my name like
I won't switch
Oh sh*t 'cause you just got your jaw broke
Right behind your torso
You're just following the herd
Copying the verse
Sorry if it hurts
I kinda' been held back from the truth
Should've just told ya didn't wanna rap
And you truly act
Didn't f**kin' happen
So f**k you mic check
One-two joe edit undo
Some advice for you MCs
Don't never do a tune with me
And Lunar C or Scrufizzer
'Cause the vibe will make you improve
Just kill the hoopers
Haters don't complain
When you get that
Don't complain when I
POP POP HEADBANG
Spend your life trying to fittin' in
Then complain why you don't get noticed
I just do this for the music
I don't really know nothin' about showbiz
Too concerned about cult signs
Or who I do and don't roll with
Just worry about your own f**ked up life
I'll keep my mind on my own sh*t
Spend your life trying to fittin' in
Then complain why you don't get noticed
I just do this for the music
I don't really know nothin' about showbiz
Too concerned about cult signs
Or who I do and don't roll with
Just worry about your own f**ked up life
I'll keep my mind on my own sh*t
Man are coming and sayin' they're real
Nobody's bangin' the steel
When am I takin' your trill
Bet you'll be bangin' for real
All of my niggas are the sh*t
None of my niggas are loose
Never be chillin' with you
One of us spittin' the truth
While you killin' the truth
They be at the back of the road
And they're mashin the dough
Ready to get chattin' on the phone
Tryna get back on the road
So tell me wagwan
I ain't trustin' none of these man
They're all fake
Lookin' at my own mandem like snakes
So if I never saw you that day
Then I wonder who be flippin' out
With my crew that day
How would you feel
When everyone around you doubts you
Didn't believe you was about to
Do what you did and believe
And then a ring on your phone sayin'
They would never shark you
A rudeboy I ain't chattin' about yo's
Sneaking around but man got
Too many hidden agendas
Ya gettin' defensive
And me and you had
So many plans up in the music
But you went and abused it
Real talk I ain't telling this man
But I would've went mad
If I didn't distance myself
From snakes and girls
I went from weighing up weights and scales
Runnin' from feds
Don't wanna be facing jail
Don't wanna be caged and celled
I left that life behind
I'm doing music now
I'm writing rhymes
So everybody get used to me
Scrufizzer and Lunar C
