Lyrical Breakdown of Steppa - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Steppa" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how YoungBoy Never Broke Again weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Steppa" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that YoungBoy Never Broke Again employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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(Berge always flexin')
(It's Malik on the track)
They don't know me, I'm doin' fine, so let 'em talk about me
You better keep your head on in the streets
Bust a nigga head, everybody say sad scene
They know murder only comin' with me
I'm a motherfuckin' steppa, steppa, steppa, steppa, steppa, steppa
I'm a motherfuckin' steppa, steppa, steppa, steppa, steppa, steppa
I'm a motherfuckin'- (brrah, brrah, brrah)
I'm a motherfuckin' contractor now, ah
I can put my cleats on and come out right now
But come to me, I guarantee you speak that you gon' hear a sound
(Baow, baow, baow, baow, grrt, baow, baow)
I was sittin' inside my cell, I was countin' bricks
I was countin' on yo' mail to get me through this
But more than anything I wanted was your loyalty
Like you ain't fuck with that and ain't nobody fuck with this
But I could make your bezzel glist', earings and big necklace
Since 16 had foreign cars, I'm sayin' that I been flexin'
You could try to book, I step like Bigfoot, bitch
I worked for everything I own, who gon' die about this shit? (Yeah, 4KTrey)
Rider, rider, I got shottas
What you wan' do? It's 6 Da Crew and NBA, 4KTrey
I dare one of you pussy niggas play, gon' get shot in your face
That ain't nothin' but a early grave, you better watch what the fuck you say
I done sat up in that ho for 30 days while they investigating
I done sat up in that car, just stakin' out, you know Lil Top gon' spray it
Tryna keep my money up but fuckin' up, I'm lovin' her
But the truth, shorty bad for the game
I ain't goin' insane (I ain't goin' insane)
Keep my mental (keep my mental)
Keep my pistol (keep my pistol)
I ain't crashin' like these other niggas (ain't crashin' like these other niggas)
I'ma get money (I'ma get money)
I'ma keep on smokin' (I'ma keep on smokin')
And I'ma keep gettin' loaded (keep gettin' loaded)
I'ma keep on pourin'
Keep on pourin' while I send 'em hitters
Rrah, baow-baow-baow (while I send 'em hitters)
Rrah, baow-baow-baow (while I send 'em hitters)
Rrah, baow-baow-baow (while I send 'em hitters)
Rrah, baow-baow-baow (while I send 'em hitters)
They don't know me, I'm doin' fine, so let 'em talk about me
You better keep your head on in the streets
Bust a nigga head, everybody say sad scene
They know murder only comin' with me
I'm a motherfuckin' steppa, steppa, steppa, steppa, steppa, steppa
I'm a motherfuckin' steppa, steppa, steppa, steppa, steppa, steppa
I'm a motherfuckin'- (brrah, brrah, brrah)
I'm a motherfuckin' contractor now, ah
I can put my cleats on and come out right now
But come to me, I guarantee you speak that you gon' hear a sound
(Baow, baow, baow, baow, grrt, baow, baow)