Lyrics Steady - Hugh Glass

I could fuck your girl w no fans
She all up on my dick using both hands
Beat the pussy up, barbarian- Conan
The future will be televised so tune into my
Program
My son a star like the one in the sky
My circle small like the one in my eye
These hurdles tall but I keep jumping into something
I'm confronted by my conscious, got me running from my pride
This wordplay could scare a man
Taking acid trips inside the caravan
I don't do it for the money or the drugs shit I rap to take care of fam
Rappers on my Richard and my ball sack
If they want the smoke I give em all that
Searching for myself like the mall map
Worried bout my health lungs all black
I tried to talk to god but he ain't call back
Worried bout my health lungs all black
I tried to talk to god but he ain't call back

Pick the pace up just a little bit, You little shit
I put some rhythm to this pen and fuck around and make a hit
I'm in the middle of a sin, in the wind blowing spiffs
And I love my women friends, but give a fuck about a bitch
Got the feature from an elephant
And that shit fits me, puts me right at home, a creature in my element
Y'all popping pills to stay relevant
But it's not working and your music's fucking trash to put it delicate
Y'all copy rappers cause they selling shit
I make my own style, writing verses for my fellowship
Ya, you probably slang but you ain't selling bricks
I heard it in them lines, what's those lies you been telling kid
Come clean for us right now
Shit, if not then fucking pipe down
You bought a lil gun and brought the ice out
But shit that don't mean that you can fight now
Pull on me and dig my knuckle out your eyebrow
Stop screaming boy don't make me turn this mic down
Ruin my song, fuck around and kill you right now
Then list you as a feature, oh you hype now