Step In lyrics

by

Birdman


​[Pre-Hook]
Real n*gga doing real G sh*t
Jiggy n*gga with a jiggy b*tch
Rich n*gga actin' like he Richie Rich
Pretty n*gga with a pretty b*tch

[Hook]
Every real n*gga in the building, n*gga, step in
I keep Xans, Corvettes, and automatic weapons
Every real n*gga in the building, start reppin'
This n*gga 'bout to blow up like 9/11
If you a real n*gga, step in

[Verse 1]
Played on Nintendo, now I get bands movin' Contra
Just because your n*gga and me on the same Accord don't mean both of us got a Honda
The O's in my account got commas, X the hoes in my bed got the same amount of condoms
I put on for my town, and there ain't no off switch
I'm a green monster, shout out to n*ggas at Fenway
Still sleepwalkin', shout out to M.A
What the TV say, I do it like MJ
I'm a young Marc Jacobs, your money is too, because that sh*t can't get straight
I'm the devil's son, that should tell you that Prada loves me
Beamer, Benz, Bentley, Challenger, or Camaro, that Impala ugly
Dominican flows through my blood, I'm Big Papi O, G
Guess I'm a 3-1 lead, Cali b*tches love to blow me
​[Pre-Hook]
Real n*gga doing real G sh*t
Jiggy n*gga with a jiggy b*tch
Rich n*gga actin' like he Richie Rich
Pretty n*gga with a pretty b*tch

[Hook]
Every real n*gga in the building, n*gga, step in
I keep Xans, Corvettes, and automatic weapons
Every real n*gga in the building, start reppin'
This n*gga 'bout to blow up like 9/11
If you a real n*gga, step in

[Verse 2]
My braggadocio gettin' the best of me
Some n*ggas just get popped like a quiz if they testin' me
They say two wrongs don't make a right
Then why do they say I'm too wrong to be not right?
My mind's too wrong to not write
I do not write, my car's nice
Don't cop ice, I shopped white
Run from, cop lights
These LA n*ggas, my ese's like apartheid
Thinkin' out loud, I'm a legend, that's a thought, right?
Forget my watch like, my whole arm's tight
f*ck the IRS, they won't free Ross, why?
But listen to Kenny, you gon' be alright
Bump "Black Beatles", when we hit the spotlights
What n*ggas do for my bars, they'd do for Klondikes
Easy to say, I'm God, right?
[Outro: Birdman]
21 sphinx cats
40 paper plates
30 houses
20 cars
73 little Chinese boys
9 oceans
37 Motorola phones
24 p*nises harder than a Nokia phone
832 hard hats
2 votes in the presidentational elections
You understand me, playboy?
Rich Gang, you understand me?
Put some respect on my name, playboy
16 chicken McNuggets from Wendy's
27 houses with garages
26 sex tapes inside IKEA
183 coconuts
12 glasses of lemonade
Rich Gang
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