Letra de ' Lay Some Treats On Us ' de Step Brothers

Fuck Run, I'm the reverend's son
A motherfucker with a missing lung, waving his gun
(Diggy Simmons)
I'm killing this song until the raven is done
Laying birds out off of what I'm singing on drums
I go (DUMB) like we visiting East Oakland
And buzzin' off the alcohol, but still it's thought-provoking

Step up, step up, step up to this
Bloody knuckle fist, broken gasoline drinking
And pot smoking in public
And tuff's the jam like a Caribbean musket

Can't trust it
My blueprint plan is not discussion
Guns are either handed, and weapons ain't biased
So why we stand clear from the drama of the sirens (Woo)
And moving past the promises of liars (Pliers)

Spin your face in a shape that's two-fold
8-track maker, I'm collecting the fools' gold
Work with a hammer and a chisel, my tools old
I'm live and I dive and don't check if the pool's cold

Me and killer got something, true the news rolled
Out the red carpet just to get a rep
But shorty said, "Nah," pulled the trigger and stepped

Fresher than a 90 minute cookie from Maxell
Matte black everything, your patterns are pastel
And past tense

We gettin' higher than it's Aspen
I spit that shit that stay on fire like it's absinthe
It's the 20/20 joint rollers
Let that shit ride, I'm keeping this take

Pen pourin' like Peruvian flake
Flavor like Worcester on a steak
While I roller skate over the break
With only Timbs on

I'm over the lake and still skippin'
I bit the big apple, it's bait and think different
I paint pictures, a modern day great
That could honestly, solemnly say I stay vicious
I'll never second-guess shit again

James Patterson type novels, I'm blessed with the pen
I offend, nuggets on my neck not pretend
You kidding me, you non-delivery, return to send'
Always go against the grade and not the blend