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Real Steppa
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Julian Hubbard
Julian Hubbard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jonathan Rutherford - (Jay Rock Beatz )
Jonathan Rutherford - (Jay Rock Beatz )
Producer

Lyrics

It's Renegade RMG Blunt to my lips Gun in my hip Y'all know him I stepping Blunt to my lips Gun on my hip Bought a brand new house Ryde in foreign whips Trying to stack my chips No more hitting licks Keep it authentic Cause it's real as it gets I'm a real steppa One two microphone check-a We double Decca You ain't like from Mecca They don't respect ya Get the shooting or they wreck ya It's a trifecta The way them niggas tried to get ya Spitting a scripture We shooting till you get the picture Bet I won't miss ya She For the streets but you kiss her And I only tip her You fell in love with a stripper Just cause you tricking all your money don't make you her nigga And I like to whipah Big body Mercedes benzah No need for lendahs Cause me and my crew big spendahas Yall just pretendahs Acting like y'all really winnas And I been grinding all my life y'all rookies just beginahs Please lord forgive us The police always try and kill us Think we drug dealahs RMG Real money gettas Hit like gorillas Smoke my blunt with no added Fillers I know they feel us Keep me calling me they like they some billers Blunt to my lips Gun on my hip Bought a brand new house Ryde in foreign whips Trying to stack my chips No more hitting licks Keep it authentic Cause it's real as it gets Got what you need tho Renegade RMG Carlito Leave you finito Bullets ringing through that peep hole And I got this freak ho Black but she from Puerto Rico And she don't speak no English But she call me Papi Chulo Spit it so you know I'm that one numero uno Colder then pluto In dat coop yeah only two doors And they give me kudos When I drop a track or do shows Standing on ten toes Authentic niggas yeah we been those Honor the street code Was little homies now big bros And business men The deal ain't done until it get closed And once again shorty wanna take off her clothes And I'm in a benz But Might pull on you in a Rolls Blunt to my lips Gun on my hip Bought a brand new house Ryde in foreign whips Trying to stack my chips No more hitting licks Keep it authentic Cause it's real as it gets
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