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Dubstep (feat. Scrufizzer)

I was thinkin' 'bout somethin'

But I ain't worried 'bout nothin'

Remember when I was strugglin'

Fucked up on my knuckles

Tryin' to sell some dirt weed

Taxin' off a ten speed

Money wasn't comin'

For sure nigga I kept frontin'I had them dubs on the step

Slow days, fast days, gettin' paper any wayAnd I kept lickin' on that clit

Till she gave me that shit

I've been fucked up for so long

Swear to God I gotta get it

I put my back into it

Servin' bags to them students

Tell 'em I got that fire

On that porch right there by the Buick

I'm just tryin' to get my mind

Go worry nigga 'bout yours

Rollin' up that swisher

Pourin' up a four

Servin' in them hallways

The courtrooms all day

Hoods kicked the door down

Now we in the ConeyI had them dubs on the step

Slow days, fast days, gettin' paper any wayIt's the same old shit

Everybody in the manor is locked up, boxed up

It's killin' me

Niggas wanna get rid of me

Cause I lyrically bust on the riddim

Fill the room with humidity

Stick it in a manner, the heaviest rhythm bangin' out

Doubling my money gettin' my hustle in Canning Town

Listen up Danny Brown

I been doing this thing

Skipped in, then I come and lyrically assist 'em (WOO!)

I had my dubs on the step

I never stopped cause I sit in the booth

Flipping the truth, while you're running and chatting

Thinking you're realer than Scru

You ain't so why you act, dummy

You think you bad, well that's funny

I'm try'na get Maybach money

I'm a Mac Miller, spittin' ASAP, rookieI had them dubs on the step

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