Step Aside

[Verse 1]

Nigga you will never, find a nigga from any era
Who bring the terror whenever he put this shit together
They wanna be me, not knowing it isn't easy
Go ask Stevie, if you wonder why they can’t see me
I keep it D.C. from my hat down to my NB's
And I am simply, a commander that shit is in me
I see them envy, they grow hatred and start resenting
Just keep it to yourself if not you'll come up missing
Trust and believe it, this is shit you don’t put your feet in
Give me a reason, and your maker you will be meeting
Every season, keep the haters salty likе Morton
Top 5, here's a who like I was Horton
Vеrbal extortion, I'm taking all you niggas money
Ain't sign the contract cause Pryor is not a dummy
I drop, albums every year musically clumsy
Now I'm worldwide like khovid was in twenty

[Hook]

I ain't even trying and I'm outside
I drop albums every year and they take 5
They said you was the best nigga they lied
Regurgitating lines that you ain't write
No need to get mad nigga do better
It’s all facts my nigga don’t shoot the messenger
D.C. and we plan to be here forever
I'm here nigga get it together or
Step aside nigga (step aside)
Step aside nigga (step aside)
Step aside nigga (step aside)
Move around bitch (yeah)
Step aside nigga (step aside)
Step aside nigga (step aside)
Step aside nigga (step aside)
Get the fuck out the way

[Verse 2]

Never stunting, keep it real and never fronting
They totally krossed out your name cause I’m jumping
My shit is pumping, like crack was in the nineties
Never slimey like Nore I keeps it grimey
Grind-ing like Pharrell and the Clipse was
Similar to Push youngin known to spit drugs
Keep it simple, that's a yuwee it's not a rental
Fuck up your dental, you gon' have to contact Prudential
Sharper than ginsu, D.C. so monumental
The realist rapper mostly spit the shit that I been thru
Open your mental, do more than look with your eyes
And recognize the future won’t be televised
Don't tell no lies, I don't hide behind a disguise
Incentivize the consumer and monetize
Get the bag, oh yeah Pryor is back
“but Pryor I thought you stopped”
I did now kiss my ass

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Third verse, is the coffin inside the hearse
Loc'n my hair up only made matters worse
Always solo, or chilling with baby Yoko
A blasian chick she's half black and Tokyo
Niggas are fake, that's why G stands away
Then niggas hate cause you don't gotta pay for plays
Ain't my fault, like I'm P and Silkk the Shocker
My lab cook up, game cleaner than Betty Crocker
The chief rocker, number one like LOTUG
When I flow cuz and bloods bond and show love
It's D.C., home of Le, Glizzy, and Trel
And G. Pryor, though it's hard I must prevail

[Hook]

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