Lane - Step Back Lyrics

Run around mischief, don't we really miss this Childhood innocence with the world at our fingertips
Mom was havin' money problems, work in 2 jobs Hop in the MC, shotgun, G fell off
Most of these MCs think the G is for God, oh god the G is oat, MCs need more courage
Child artist shit, just to starter kit, Need a marker kid, go and murder it

Red on furniture, now a murder scene Showing all we've seen, tell me what you mean
What you mean, what I mean, I mean you really have to see uh
Colors vibrant, I wanna put em up Others try but it's shine wasn't good enough
Vision lost for what, I'm a novelist Novelized, look in my eyes, zero disguise

Pickin my mind, Mom, what you think
Step back
Step back, step back
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Run around mischief, don't we really miss this Childhood innocence with the world at our fingertips
No need for seven figures or working on your figure

Take a bike kid, you know the move, a lot quicker like J. Cole
On the way to the stew, our bikes flew cause mom made a fresh bowl of stew
For the whole crew, woo, all I need is a little loving' in my life
Give a little, I know that'll suffice, Walmart kicks on my feet

I'm so humble, but as a kid I could still bring the thunder
Childhood wonder, wandering the run down streets
To the childhood meet, greeting all my homies
Shit turned six in the morning, fresh windows installed

So we straight rock throwing, remember always
Playing games on mom's little flip phone
Flip it up to show her how battle ship going

Step back
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I know my time and I know my place
I say, we go far away
Been said my mind can get in my way
Shit, stop wasting my tick tock, tick tock

You're talking, keep running the clock
And you're cloaked and you're choked and you're choking
You at a low man, I wanna buy out the stands
Nosebleeds, got blood on my little boy hands

Look see, turn nothing to something
An artist at function, I'm done with assumption
Consuming my time, turn something to nothing
Destructive type function, I'm giving assumption

Consuming my time, I think we got some learning to do
I think we got some learning to do
I think we got some learning to do