Big K.R.I.T., Smoke DZA, Big Sant - Steps lyrics

What you skippin' steps for?
I thought you poppin' collars bout
Them dollars like you Creflo
You can fall off if you step wrong
Either move over or get stepped on

Shit catch me at Pappadeaux cracking
Crab and peeling shrimp
Nigga, wait your turn
Fly a plane or catch a blimp
Sideways sitting
Bubble eye blade chipping off the
Corners that I bend
On some 20-20 twins, watch your mouth
We don't play with children
'round these parts even titans kill Gods
You ain't eating then you starve
I ain't fucking with no sobs
Dem broads and petty frauds
It's hard talking bars
Good Lord won't get you far
These days and times I raise
The ways of rhymes
Nigga, fuck that bullshit you could
Cut cocaine with mine
Pyrex flow, my exo-skeleton heaven sent
Heavy as cement sediments walked
Only by elephants
Ever since I was 7 pounds it was evident
That a legend I was meant to
Be and everything else is irrelevant
Selfishly, king remember in time
I coined that phrase
You could never be the same because
You ain't got no change baby steps, nigga

Done Dap writer, tight rope walker
Big top 10 Giant, I hope you all watchin'
I'm awesome, attention undivided
Defeat my competition landslide style
Fuck an undecided
I got it, I'm on it, you driving, I'm focused
I push on my opponents cause
Fronting I don't condone it
Bitch, you better get a grip
Better yet get a gip
Life is short, the good die
Mostly over bullshit and that bullshit costs
You working for a worker
Walking 'round holling ''boss''
Talking 'bout you're blood
But your lights cutting out
Tough luck cuz, hope you gotta plan B
Ya'll boys got the game lopsided
You don't walk polished
Parachuting off your palm pilot
Is you seeking or reaching? Either
Way better stretch for it
Upside down, look what I rep ho o-G

Riiiiiight
Do anything for breakfast from pan pans
Up early thinking about a grand scam
Grand scheme, damn fiends
Beating down the door
Got it jumping like a trampoline
They spread the word like a pub-list
Fuck everybody but the plug, shit
Ain't my fault you into mud, kid
Pride damage more hearts than love did
Gift wrap flows ribbon and bow
Snow beaches in the spring
Shirlon minks when it's cold the God out
Shine 'em cause I never stop grindin'
They remind me I'm that nigga
But I already know
Pull up a uber philiepe's to go
On deck, man these niggas never saw paper
Fam, I'm still spending small faces
Gold bracelets, Rolex's, no small faces
Kushed God Bitch