Lunar C, Scrufizzer, Mic Righteous - Back On The Step lyrics

Yo, when I look to the game from the outside
Couldn't get my head around it
Now I've got one foot in the door, I
Ain't tryna go back on the step
I'm 'bout this
Been doing nothing but tryna 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
We're never gonna rep anything but that
I already know but these kids up Maccies and
Not getting paid like my income tax
I'm a boss
Doesn't matter if you back me or not
Still in the video with my hands on my cock
Winding them up like a jack-in-a-box
'Cause all their friends bop every
Track that I drop the devil I pray on
They're jealous and hateful
Separate heads from the neck
If they're making
Any attempt in preventing my reign
Then Hell will be waiting a second away
Set in my ways, never will change
Still don't know how to keep my mouth shut
Every day I just get up and blaze
Still can't go a couple hours without bud
I ain't got time to be listening to
All these rappers that hit me up
Making me cringe they come up and give me
Their CD right after the
Show and I just put that shit in the bin
Your favourite rapper's a faggoty fashion
Victim and a bitch, i don't listen to him
Na I'd rather put both my
Hands on the floor then
Go up on a handstand and piss on my chin

Spent your life tryna fit in then
Complain when you don't get noticed
I just do this for the music
I don't really know nothing about showbiz
Too concerned about co-signs or who I
Do or don't roll with
Just worry about your own fucked up life
I keep my mind on my own shit
Spent your life tryna fit in then
Complain when you don't get noticed
I just do this for the music
I don't really know nothing about showbiz
Too concerned about co-signs or who I
Do or don't roll with
Just worry about your own fucked up life
I keep my mind on my own shit

(Complain when you don't get noticed) Worry
About your own fucked up life
(Complain when you don't get
Noticed) I don't know
Why you keep tryna fuck up mine
(Complain when you don't get noticed) 'Cause
I be walking these ice-cold streets
Middle finger up like I won't bleed
Class-A for the life, Y-O-P
You man are more boring than the walk home
For you funny rappers, here's a poor joke
Here goes: pussy
You don't get it? I thought so
They don't get it like I'm
Talking in morse code
I ain't fitting in with these pussyholes
I'm the big dick in this porno
Tryna be the rock star, popstar, rap star
Trap star
I just laugh at all four of those, Lord knows
I couldn't fit in with the cool
Kids in the cool club
Tryna act like a baller
You just look like a gassed
Up prick even more so
Don't complain 'cause you ain't
Getting noticed and
You just bought a whole new wardrobe
Don't bitch 'cause you ain't
Got your own shit
Calling out my name like I won't switch
You just got your jaw broke
No heart behind your torso
You're just following the herd
Copying the verse sorry if it hurts
I've been counting, held back on the truth
Should've just told you I didn't
Wanna rap on your tune
Now you're acting like a fan 'cause I haven't
But fuck you mic check, 1, 2
Ctrl, edit, undo
Some advice for you MC's: Don't
Ever do a tune
With me or Lunar C or Scrufizzer 'cause the
Hate to double blame when you get that
Don't complain when I pop pop headback

Spent your life tryna fit in then
Complain when you don't get noticed
I just do this for the music
I don't really know nothing about showbiz
Too concerned about co-signs or who I
Do or don't roll with
Just worry about your own fucked up life
I keep my mind on my own shit
Spent your life tryna fit in then
Complain when you don't get noticed
I just do this for the music
I don't really know nothing about showbiz
Too concerned about co-signs or who I
Do or don't roll with
Just worry about your own fucked up life
I keep my mind on my own shit

Uh, man are coming and saying they're real
Don't mean he's banging a steel
Banging for real all of my niggas are shoot
None of my niggas are loose
Never be chilling with yout's
Rather be spitting the truth
Really I'm killing the tunes
Then I be back on the road
And I be mashing the dough
Really I chat on the phone
Tryna get back on the road so tell me wagwan
I ain't trusting none of these man
They're all fake
Looking at my own mandem like snakes
Hope I never saw you that day
They don't wanna be flipping out
On my crew that day
How would you feel when everybody
Around you doubts you?
Didn't believe you was about to
Do what they didn't believe and
Now they're ringing your phone
Saying they're proud but they
Didn't ever shout you
All of a sudden everybody's coming
And chatting like phones
And rudeboy I am chatting about you
Sneaking around but man have got
Too many hidden agendas
You're getting defenceless
And me and you had so many plans
Hop on the music but you really abused it
Real talk I ain't tryna diss man
But, I would've went mad if
I didn't distance myself
From snakes and girls
I went from weighing up weight on scales
Running from feds, don't wanna be facing jail
Don't wanna be caged in cells
I left that life behind
I'm doing music now and writing rhymes
So everybody get used to me
Scrufizzer and Lunar C