McQueen Steppin

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Quan Rite

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Hook 

McQueen Stepping, through the pain I hustle 
Born alone, I was made to struggle 
Remember days I couldn't start the whip 
Now I do it with a Push of a Button

Not intrigued by the game discussions
Im overzealous about this money I'm touching 
Bro see an opp in the spot, he going to up it 
I don't got to be there, to know he gone brush em 

Yeah, Uh
All eyes on me 
I'm who the vibes want to see 
Bixteen, be the fleet 
I'm unconcerned about the weak 
My jeans say, Rest In Peace
But that really ain't my mood though
If you ain't with it, you can get moved on
If you Ain with it, you can move on      

Verse 1

Told bro, about a opp
He said on the real, you a meal ticket 
You could feel, how you feel with it
When you leave the town, we gone deal with it 

D's coming I'm jumping the fence, This M6 do 110 
Sitting with demons, but I'm Almighty, I move like a Deacon
She give me top in the whip, while I'm speeding 
I keep a Rilla, they calling me Cesar
Hop on the stage and it feel like a fever 
I'm the nigga you can not compete with 

I was really in a I-8 
I was fucking up the Tri-State 
Leave a nigga with a high fade
I want it now, tell me why wait?

What you know about depression 
All these bitches see me shining, this ain't Avianne 
But these VV's 

I already know the question
Like why you ain't answer your message 
Why you so inconsistent with texts 
All them tweets and I can't get mention 
Is there beef, I could tell when there's tension

Hook 

McQueen Stepping, through the pain I hustle 
Born alone, I was made to struggle 
Remember days I couldn't start the whip 
Now I do it with a Push of a Button

Not tricked by the fame discussions
Im overzealous about this money I'm touching 
Bro see an opp in the spot, he going to up it 
I don't got to be there, to know that he gone brush em 

Yeah, Uh
All eyes on me 
I'm who the vibes want to see 
Bixteen, be the flee 
I'm more concerned about the week 
My jeans say, Rest In Peace
But that really ain't my mood though
If you ain't with it, you can get moved on
If you Ain with it, you can move on      

Verse 2 

Smoking on cookies in 7's, I come out the woods at 11 
Every time they see me, I got a weapon
They never learn, but this scalpel a lesson, uh  

I cannot tell you, what you want to hear 
Unless you a teller, I'm telling you fibs 
Im the type, that gone tear up your ribs 
Not the type, that's gone tell on my dick 

Keep my business on the Hush 
Heavy, on the Hush, get a nigga touched 
I got peanut butter guts, get up in her mouth 
I be on the Hutch 

They just want me in the back, slaving
Cause they know, a nigga next up 
Then I got right to the bag brazy
Now they knowing, that they messed up 

Since a youngin I've been back breaking 
Tell them bitches, hold they chest up 
I ain't never got my bag taken, I was rolling with best of em 

Niggas hate that I'm a player, uh 
Tell yo bitch you see her later, uh 
I could ask her for a favor, uh
Know she would like she, Jayda, Yea Yea 

Hook 

McQueen Stepping, through the pain I hustle 
Born alone, I was made to struggle 
Remember days I couldn't start the whip 
Now I do it with a Push of a Button

Not tricked by the fame discussions
Im overzealous about this money I'm touching 
Bro see an opp in the spot, he going to up it 
I don't got to be there, to know that he gone brush em 

Yeah, Uh
All eyes on me 
I'm who the vibes want to see 
Bixteen, be the flee 
I'm more concerned about the week 
My jeans say, Rest In Peace
But that really ain't my mood though
If you ain't with it, you can get moved on
If you Ain with it, you can move on

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