Really Steppin' (feat. LeeDaGreat & Og3) Video (MV)

Nigga I'm really steppin'
I'm from a place where them young niggas counting they blessing
Before they get gone
Niggas ducking the reverend
Knowing they wrong
These niggas know how I come, nigga I'm really steppin'
Look
I'm really sliding, despite I'm quiet, step outta line
You try me if I'm lying and in time these niggas gon find that I'm with it nigga
A silver spoon to a silver tool
Man it's different nigga
If I ever said it than I meant it nigga
I remember shooting the fades throughout all of the grades
Feeling like F, a A, if I can't see B get paid, I'm on
And now I'm turning the page that my problems ain't never gave
With my violence paving the way so my momma see better days
Bitch I'm really steppin'
Yeah, I'm really steppin'
Yeah, nigga I'm really steppin'
Yeah, nigga I'm really steppin'
I'm really steppin'
Bitch I'm really steppin'
Bitch I'm really steppin' it get crazy when I'm loaded
I'm loaded off them pills and I can't f*cking control it
Ran down that nigga with that .45 we fold 'em
That nigga doing that loud talking so we had to f*cking show 'em
They killing niggas for anything
They killing niggas for crumbs
That .380, that Mac 10, that baby K got a drum
1411 bitch that's the city that I'm from
No love lost, the love I got is tatted on my arm
The love I had I gave it up (Ain't showing love)
You a gangsta then throw it up (Throw it up)
Showing 'em it ain't no hoe in us (No hoe in us, I'm grandma's baby)
Bitch I'm really steppin'
Everything I did I did for a f*cking reason
Don't tell me you love me if you gon' end up f*cking leaving
Me, myself, and I the only thing I'm gon' believe in
Willing to lay a f*ck nigga down, promise I mean it
Thuggin' in my section
Shit gon' get real
Every time I turn around, another nigga get killed
This the way I live
We JackBoys for real
Young gunnas, young steppas
Steppin' out in that field
I'm in that field like I'm running shit
All my niggas 'bout that action send a blitz and I swear we ain't on no funny shit
We masked up, ready for war, looking for pressure
My lil' shooter he done threw two back now he feel it's whatever
We come swerving on ya' block
Old school Monte Carlo
You good for ducking smoke but try ducking a couple hollows
7.62's bitches jumping through windshields
Send 'em flying your way'll give a bitch nigga wind chills
I ain't sparing nothing, I put that shit on a tire flat
Heard G got hit and I wish that I could rewind that
Lost a couple soldiers they death ain't nothing to cry at
If I was with my nigga I promise I would've fired back