2 Steps (feat. ian)

Yeah

I died with my brother, my family behind me, the doors suicidal, my car got problems.

I'm getting profit, he still Tryna fight it, not worry bout mine, we'll get it regardless.

I'm getting tired, Ill hit you tomorrow, this hoe so fine, It done fucked up my conscience.

Losing my mind but I'm keeping my promise, I'm going down and I can't even hide it

Band after band like I'm watching a festival, win after win like I'm playing a tournament

He play with Brezzo, he gon' need a med kit, hoe can't get out my head and it's hurting me

Way back when you deserted me, baby, did you really think I deserved that?

The fuck is you asking respect for, buddy? Did you really think that you earned that?

boot cut denim, blue collar intentions, two steps forward and ten of them backwards

He'll, get covered, for that acting, nasty, my body covered in acne

I let you slip right past me, sadly, I may not ever get past you

My head still stuck in the past tense, damn it, I probably could've just asked you

Trapped out, just made a thousand in traffic, bad bitch, can't hit it cause of the catfish

Hell nah, ****, don't need shit, me and Ian, and I brought some racks in

And it's throwing my fuck shit up again, you can try to send a molly like he suspended

I can crash right now, this shit not rented, no, I can't, hop in that wheel if it's not tinted

Hell nah, ****, don't need nothing, water in this bitch with the bag, it's real, bitch

Break my, it was an unseen transition, hit with that fire, I done seen them ****

Drop it on, gotta get five bitches, white hoes and shit, I'm a real ****

Go ask around, I'm a block figure, go ask around, getting rich, ****

Try me, no scene, stop, no, I'm rocking Celine, vlogging and came with the beam

Wait, before you let it go, load the truck up, before you let it go, put some bags out

We got you in MediQuid, ten thousand, with this song, God damn, I'm not lying

I am not, I am not

boot cut denim, blue collar intentions, two steps forward and ten of them backwards

He'll, get covered, for that acting, nasty, my body covered in acne

I let you slip right past me, sadly, I may not ever get past you

My head still stuck in the past tense, damn it, I probably could've just asked you