[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
*fast forward rewind*