My Steps

[Intro: Alfredo the Roughneck & Simon Blues]

What are we gonna do, man?

There is no reason to get destroyed by bombs and aliens

We literally are gonna get attacked

S-I-M-O-N a.k.a. The Real Bro

Okay

[Verse 1: Simon Blues]

Everybody dies, you just don't know it yet

Bomb shells on the highway (Boom, boom!)

Die late

You just got manipulated, FOX better upload my raps

Hopefully I don't foret 'bout when I did that "Mario" track

Hilary, five thousand a salary

Took her to the ticket shop, we can't stop

2016 summer bops

River goes down real quick, maybe I spilled liquid

On Arizona, Texas golden, pеach smelling, 6 selling greens

[Chorus: Simon Blues & Alfredo the Roughneck]

I'm on my way

Trump wouldn't say, "You losers got mе on Vegas"

We riding good

JD, no buzz

That Cola dust got me forsaken

Show us what's racist

Maybe we play this, I think we lose this

They read on Tuesday

I lay on curse days

Pray on a Friday, say what's the problem (Young Buck was my favorite rapper, like we was bumpin')

[Verse 2: Simon Blues & Alfredo the Roughneck]

You lil Uzis

Haha, I said Uzis like birds

Encourage frogs with a girl

Encourage racks with a pearl

I'm playing fetch with the feds, FBI left me on read

Mafia got these kids, they learn how to pew-pew

Gang culture, anticipating for them wild vultures

To get them cops in the trunk, Jim Bean on Billy, on Bronx

I love y'all, ain't tryna hurt anybody

But Kennedy, he got a remedy with the police

Hampton with some barbecue, just some black guys

You could drop a song where's Biden on these trap guys

"Telephone, yougurt, and a shot, please"

Whoever did the Russian roulette, we gon' Christ, see

Unfortunate, but I take some advantage (Go, Simon!)

I feel like Rocky in running, I feel like Rocky in jail

But don't worry, I made an EP with some hundreds to bail

Took some milk, pour it

Pray, legs crossed

[Chorus: Simon Blues]

I'm on my way

Trump wouldn't say, "You losers got me on Vegas"

We riding good

JD, no buzz

That Cola dust got me forsaken

Show us what's racist

Maybe we play this, I think we lose this

They read on Tuesday

I lay on curse days

Pray on a Friday, say what's the problem

[Interlude: Alfredo the Roughneck]

America, **** smokers

Riding with this guy Simon

There's so much beauty in this world

Can't get down on giving up

Just grow and grow

That's your thing, brother!

[Verse 3: Simon Blues & Mac Miller)

(Life is stressful)

Paranoid, won't be a Cinderella

Self care, more tears

Objects in the mirror, crashed your nearby rear, okay

Everybody can see circles, we are nasty

Brand name got the doors

Jumo high, jump low

In the bag with my bro

Here we go, San Francisco is dope

R.I.P. Mac Miller, you were the greatest

I'm down on every occasion

Whip the cream by myself

Don't be dumb, latest pal, wait

Pour up for Michael, pour up for X

Not a contest, white N-word passes

Got a big fountain, don't rob my stuff

Handcuff, then bust

Bloom in Heaven, you just wanna see us all dead

Rap about chains, what's with the protests?

Buddha posing, got us all blessed

We are homeless, I'm the GOAT pep

Glorious, on barriers SSB was just 4 years

Roze was wilding in streets

And Soulja couldn't compete

I was the chicken boy, and playing '80's Roy

A few repetitive moments in L.A., boy

Big V was ricochet, Pat L had problems with me

Was watching Kenan and Kel, then Kira banging aunties

TYPEDUDE was day four

ABoi is based tho'

It's Simon, I hope you loved this a year ago

[Outro: SouljaDatAP & Simon Blues]

Ayo, it's Soulja

You've been listening to this EP

This Simon EP, it's called My Steps

Very good EP

Speakers on my blast, homie

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