[Intro](I can't live my, I, I can't live my)(I can't live my, I, I can't live my)I can't live my, I, I can't live myI can't live my life this way)[Verse 1: Steppa J. Groggs]I went from niggas telling me I really shouldn’t rhymeTo dropping a classic album motherfuckers couldn’t findBad boy like Will and Martin in ’95Bad boy, I’m Isiah Thomas in his primeYeah, you know it’s Mr. LackadaisicalCorny motherfucker but my voice sounds amazing thoughShit y’all trying to do, we done done days agoChilling in the desert, but you can tell The Bay’s my homeYa my name is Step and I probably need like twelve of thoseBlack Tee, A’s fitted, chinos and some shell toesBeen nice since I was wearing baggy ass girbaudsUse to rhyme my shit on The Bart headed to the ‘ScoAll this time passed, feeling better than beforeGone for a minute, falling off hell noI’m telling y’all that’ll be the day that hell frozeYa I’m telling y’all that’ll be the day that hell froze[Verse 2: Ritchie with a T]Check it, yo, motherfuck the policeWe the new Bad Boys, but that’s a different storyGroggsie might go he drinking 40 after 40But if I’m goin out I hope I’m going like I’m KobeWassup (yeah), man we look like rap WeezerBut if you think it’s all hooks, bring back “Ether”Stunting all season, got to floss oftenMan I’m dressed like CarltonI’m the black Ben CarsonWassup, Jesus Christ had dreads so shake 'emI ain’t got none cause I cut them off, that was dumbI had to do it like fuck itThe white girls were always like, “Can I touch it?”Wassup, oh shit, break your neckThis that Busta Bust ’02 chase a checkThis that Belly shit, bald fade demand respectBalotelli shit, I got it but couldn’t give two shits, wassupI can skate on thisI stay on my Ps and Qs like I came from FiggGot it down to the T cause my name’s legitKilling it since Motorola Razors paper thinWassu-