[Chorus]
Step down, gotta do the countdown
Step down, never give a fuck now
Step down, I am tryna get that touchdown
Step down, I am ready for the crown
Step down, gotta do the countdown
Step down, never give a fuck now
Step down, I am tryna get that touchdown
Step down, I am ready for the crown
[Verse - Its21Master]
Mathematician, I have always got that calculations
Acquisition, I be getting all these commendations
Concentration, I be rapping this a declaration
Dedication, honest to a god this a culmination
Slap it, catch it, hit it, spit it
I don't care about no status
I am always gonna cop it
I am always gonna kill it
I am never gonna stop this
I am on all these rhyming, this is the climbing
I'm always on that timing, do you understand me?
One, two, three, four
That's the number of times that you be tripping
I ain’t have to help you stitch it
I ain’t have to help you admit it
I am always dedicated, this a revolution, going for my destination
Yeh ok, you may be right
Weak lines, weak rhymes, no bars, no style
Yeh, at least I ain’t have to step down
Oh my God, I be preaching you a lame now
[Chorus]
Step down, gotta do the countdown
Step down, never give a fuck now
Step down, I am tryna get that touchdown
Step down, I am ready for the crown
Step down, gotta do the countdown
Step down, never give a fuck now
Step down, I am tryna get that touchdown
Step down, I am ready for the crown
[Verse - Its21Master]
You see, Rap is like any other game
You play it right, you get that fight, you get a winner’s name
Yeh, you could rap but that’s the thing
You don’t give a shit, you use any means
To get those statistics
Fuck these rappers, fuck these trashers
God, this may be an exaggeration
Fuck it, it’s no imagination
It’s the truth, on my reputation
I ain’t writing allegations
Else I may get accusations
This made me contemplating
Whether I should be this rampant
Hm, yea, it may be a little heat
Maybe I should be a little kinder than I really seem
Oh, no, fuck that daydream
I am always gonna say it, I ain’t ever gotta lean
These bitches got those fefes
On their playlist, on repeat, I’m on this confrontation
Seek attention, want the cashes, my aggression, my affection, am I mistaken, never ever
Step up, that’s a mistake, nah you be stepping down
[Chorus]
Step down, gotta do the countdown
Step down, never give a fuck now
Step down, I am tryna get that touchdown
Step down, I am ready for the crown
Step down, gotta do the countdown
Step down, never give a fuck now
Step down, I am tryna get that touchdown
Step down, I am ready for the crown
[Verse - Vic Rippa]
Grind cause I had to get it
Finesse my way through the city
They look at me like I did it
The game ugly, I’m sitting pretty
Finesse my way through the city
Legal system tried to get me
But I'm protected by them digits
And there’s no trial without a witness
Watch how I run it up
Watch how they gone try one me up
Like I ain't already one enough
I want it all since it's not enough
I ain't grow up with a lot of stuff
When I was down they didn't hold me up
I'm tryna count up ah brinks truck
Then ball all summer like springs up
Rippa done brought back the tech flow
Hell I'm a killer like Hannibal Lecter
This rollie on wrist like I found me a treasure and soon as I blow
Imma flood out the bezel quit building up stem when I'm hot as a kettle
Fly as a feather
Maybe a shuttle
NASA in trouble
They studying space, when a star on this planet
And I’m about to blow, boom
