Chris Rivers - Ain't No Half Steppin lyrics

rate me

Feat. Termanology

Ah, ah, I’m just an addict, addicted to music

Maybe it’s a habit babe, I got the music

Ain’t no high steppin’, I’m high fever and half rappin’

Send it all to me, surrender by map

Weapons will smile, I’m in the realest since child birth

Always been high, you’re pussy niggas mouth first

Learn from a better rich

Earn all this letter now, burn all you rappers ain’t _____(?)

Put the right sphere on the block checkin’ the melanine

It’s gal now, I’ve been on rhyme like want the karma

Runnin’ for the hits, my nigga dream me as fat as hell

Parallel to the bullshit

No talkin’ hair salons when I say that we pull clips

I turn you niggas to tulips

Pushin’ up daisies just for runnin’ your two lips

I'm ruthless acoustics, hittin’ like two fists

Sick from A to J to Z, I got the blueprint

Got niggas full to where they listen like : Who’s this?

Did it like you now you love me nigga, its new crest

Approve and now it’s nice as hell

Plus my lights was hell

Ball like 2, hide that shit and back to fight the slam

Got my chain knows what, got this mic as hell

Pull this banz, so much more shit, I might as well

You get it! I’ll be the king for this rap flows

Wanna be a rapper so I shit on you awals

You rappin’ with my paper Crissy Clean as my catch floors

Ten for dall like the plug runnin’ and catch flows

Got the risk, we’re from the same clan

Always be a can fam, everything I rock is name gran

Shut up to big All, rock MJ. Rock, Melly man

Pattin’ in for this shit, puttin’ years for the shit

Back with my man, Christopher real it’s the real, it’s the rappin’ fire kings

Gotta listen like we splittin’ the creation

Shout my man, beat dog

He rock out and trap the CO

To gave ‘em in their ears

The homies, tookin’ like the J.O.

Rest in peace so well will see dog

I’ll sure gonna see you again

Til then I’m on the mission for this C. knows

Stackin’ like the C-s like the faith stockin’ in the knees

I’m close to the shit lies, last name real like I’m C.N.

I pass from Puerto Rico where they know from the blast

And three sixty five, they be caught in the AX

Why they put me on the traps

It’s where they know I’ll be splassin’

Put ‘em ready, told you put and there’s no for this session

I do it for the passion, you do it for the gran

You do it for the cash but I do it for the fans

You do it for the ass but I do it for my fam

While you in ‘em tight pants try to make up a dance

I split real shit, somethin’ you can feel shit

Sculin’ all these rappers, I should take ‘em on the field shit

Nothin’ but the realness, so real ones I be with

Don’t trap the jewels only whne I walk out the building