Step Off

What makes you think you grind harder than me?

I work twice as hard to grab at this American dream

Make no mistake: I could deck you in a heartbeat

You don't know the taste of success: it's sugar-fucking-sweet

 

You've got friends in high places? You're stooping so low

You wish you could get on my level of fucking flow

I'm on the bell curve, my curves take 'em higher

I'm the one the guys know can spit fucking hellfire

 

But just because you're a man

You claim I can't understand

Step off, you don't own me

Step off, you don't know me (x2)

 

What makes you think that you're better than me?

I'm three types of twisted and my own personal brand of crazy

You're a cookie-cutter cutie with eyes like the sky

Smooth talk, flower-poems, you think you're so fucking fly

 

Working until nine? I'm up until two

You're hot water, I'm a fucking flame-spitting M2

You try to be classy, but I'm the real classic

I knock down these walls while you do social gymnastics

 

So maybe life is a man's Grand Prix

That doesn't give you any kind of edge on me

Step off, wipe off that smirk

Step off, get the fuck back to work