LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeBIG STEPPER
Standing on all ten no matter if I lose or winCan't no situation make me fold, I don't matter what I'm inAll this fuckin' trauma got me stillso I ain't makin' friendsGotta stand on all that shit you sayin'when we stand on yo' twinIf you ain't my brother, I don't smile or grinNiggas get wed up, then grab the toweland try and throw it inI ain't ducking smoke, nah, I'm going inTalk too much 'bout businessWe gon' leave him there, we go againMy scars permanentRockin' all these chains, but I ain't seen a tournamentWent and got a condo just to trap, I ain't even furnish itActin' like it's smokeThen drop yo' dot so we can burn that shitAin't no hand out, had to earn that shitStreets got my heart cold, I wish I could return that shitShe showed me love then took it backI couldn't even learn that shitLookin' back, what I know nowI should've just curved that bitchBut everybody fuck upYou see all these VVS's, everybody bust upWe walk in the room, everybody shut the fuck upIf you see the card then it's too lateYou should've ducked upShe know I'm a real one, she won't try me like no suckerBig stepper and my money talk, Chris TuckerI get chills in my body every time I touch herI'll catch a hundred bodies if a nigga touch herBack against the wall, they praying that I fallI'm prayin' that I ballGot a pretty model bitch prayin' that I callI'm picky about who I hit'Cause I like fuckin' raw, so I ain't fuckin' offShe wanna suck me softBut after she suck me offShe probably gon' go tell the blockThen my girl gon' check all my textsAnd go through all my logsAnd question me 'bout unknown numbersAnd why I'm ignorin' callsThen bring up all my flawsLike, Where you was on Monday? I was with my dogWhat about Wednesday?I was with you, I took the whole day offIf you make her insecure, that shit is bound to fallYou lose your home for a hotel, then you is not a bossBut everybody fuck upYou see all these VVS's, everybody bust upWe walk in the room, everybody shut the fuck upIf you see the card then it's too lateYou should've ducked upShe know I'm a real one, she won't try me like no suckerBig stepper and my money talk, Chris TuckerI get chills in my body every time I touch herI'll catch a hundred bodies if a nigga touch herGoin' to— like, when I was young and I went to prisonLike I felt like I had to experience, like, going to prisonFor me to learn, likeLike it taught me a lesson, likeI had to go through that to, likeSee the bigger picture of life and be likeDamn, likeYou can do somethingYou can make a mistake and they can take you awayThat's how I be feelin' like, likeMess-ups, like, hav— making mistakes is a big thingLike, you ain't finna do it but I feel likeEvery person supposed to like, bump they head'Cause if yo— you don't bump yo' head, you not—You gon' never gonna learn a lesson, likeYou is never getting taught nothin''Cause ain't, like, ain't nobody perfectYou not gon' go through life being perfect
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