Two Step - Murs

Two Step - Murs/King Fantastic
I always knew life could be super short
Ever since they busted out the super sport
Brevity levity bitter I could never be
Young for a ni**a born in the late seventies
Heavenly my wife cause she loves me in spite
Of all the crazy sh*t I be saying when we fight
Shout a kite to my ni**a locked up now reece home
Making music for the kids b**ch we grown
Put your phone down look me in the eye
Or you can talk that sh*t to another guy
I swear to god I would kick you in the button fly
And jump up and down on your skull 'til you f**king die
Y'all probably want to dance so ignore me
That club life ain't ever been for me
You basic b**ches just bore me
If I got to buy you a drink you can't afford me
Gun shots on a good day
No ski masks that's the hood way
Little kids wishing that they could play
Looking for a hook or something jay-z would say
I got two shots left in my 22 two step
Two shots left in my 22 two step
Two shots left in my 22 two step
Two shots left in my 22 two step
Deuce-deuce in my tennis shoe
Hood ni**a brought a burner to the interview
Might catch a beef on the bus home
Tell them gang-bang bullies get the f**k gone
In my zone with a brand new playlist
Walked right past my ex didn't say sh*t
Then I changed my mind like ayye b**ch
Tell your new boyfriend he can't fade this
Spent my last check on some new kicks
The rest at the movies on my new chick
I got fired on some bullshit
Snitch f**k-boy that I never should've fooled with
And I ain't ever wrote a résumé
But I had my cousin make me one yesterday
I need more hours and some better pay
Back when I was hustling that was something I would never say
Gun shots on a good day
No ski masks that's the hood way
Little kids wishing that they could play
Looking for a hook or something jay-z would say
I got two shots left in my 22 two step
Two shots left in my 22 two step
Two shots left in my 22 two step
Two shots left in my 22 two step
Ten toes down nineteen seventy-nine
Southern california dummy repping heavy with mine
These motherf**king actors are not odd to a factor
Killer reece one is a cold black bastard
No master no father I raise me crazy
A ni**a clean it up when I had a couple babies
Well maybe just maybe you get the '08 me
Fresh out the county feeling crazy
No beers in eight months feeling turnt don't play me
I used to be a mess my ni**a
Only thing could kill me was stress my ni**a
Had to give that sh*t a rest my ni**a
I just did a couple years none left my ni**a
I can't do another stretch my ni**a
So it's either shut it down or it's death my ni**a
Gun shots on a good day
No ski masks that's the hood way
Little kids wishing that they could play
Looking for a hook or something jay-z would say
I got two shots left in my 22 two step
Two shots left in my 22 two step
Two shots left in my 22 two step
Two shots left in my 22 two step