21 Savage and Young Nudy are storming back with WHAT HAPPENED TO THE STREETS?, 21’s fourth solo album dropping today on Slaughter Gang and Epic, and STEPBROTHERS feels like that gritty family reunion where old wounds get aired out over a beat that hits like a back-alley warning.
This third track runs a lean four minutes, pure Atlanta trap with COUPE’s production layering those menacing hi-hats and rumbling 808s that give it this urgent, forward-leaning pulse. It’s classic 21 and Nudy synergy—raw verses trading off stories of street survival, where loyalty’s the currency and snitching’s the ultimate betrayal.
The intro sets it off right, calling out how the game’s gone soft on the wrong heroes, then dives into bars about dodging feds, stacking millions without selling out, and the cold math of opps who “team up” ’cause they keep dropping. Nudy’s Zone 6 flex in the second verse amps the paranoia, painting traps as no-slip zones where even chains feel like targets. It’s all about that unfiltered code: ride for your own or get exposed, wrapped in hooks that demand you keep your mouth shut and your strap close.
The album’s a 14-track gut-check on how the blocks changed—or didn’t—since 21’s early days, blending his icy menace with nods to the cutthroat grind that shaped him. It opens with “WHERE YOU FROM” laying territorial stakes, rolls through collabs like Drake on “MR. RECOUP” and Latto on “POP IT,” and hits peaks with GloRilla’s fire on “DOG $HIT” and Metro Boomin anchoring “GANG OVER EVERYTHING.” There’s even a halftime interlude to breathe before closing on “ATLANTA TEARS” with Jawani Harris. Announced just four days ago via a cryptic Insta teaser, it’s got fans dissecting the pre-save buzz on socials already. Catch the full thing streaming now on Spotify—search WHAT HAPPENED TO THE STREETS? for the lineup and instant spins.
21’s been on a tear since american dream last year, stacking features with Lil Baby and dropping hints of this return amid his Kennedy Center shine and UK roots flex. Teaming with Nudy, his Sli’merre-era ride-or-die, feels like full-circle—two East Atlanta vets evolving from underground heat to global threats, but still spitting like the block’s watching. This project’s them doubling down on that authenticity, reminding everyone the streets don’t forget.
Dive into the STEPBROTHERS lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other WHAT HAPPENED TO THE STREETS? tracks for more of 21 Savage & Young Nudy’s street wisdom.
| Lead Vocals | 21 Savage & Young Nudy |
| Songwriter | 21 Savage, Young Nudy, COUPE & Michael Masser |
| Music Producer | COUPE |
| Distributor | Sony Music Entertainment |
| Label | Slaughter Gang & Epic Records |
| Release Date | December 12, 2025 |
| Song Language | English |
| Copyright © | Slaughter Gang, Epic Records & Sony Music Entertainment |
| Phonographic Copyright ℗ | Slaughter Gang, Epic Records & Sony Music Entertainment |
Lyrics of STEPBROTHERS by 21 Savage
[Intro]
Because Everybody Glorifyin’ All the Wrong Shit Now
and the Streets Ain’t Really, Ain’t
I Mean, at the End of the Day, the City, The World Gon’ Always Have Snitches and Rats and F**k Niggas
Like, That Shit Gon’ Be Regardless, You Feel What I’m Sayin’?
I Just Feel Like, You Know, It’s Just Like, It’s Makin’ the Moves
Back Then It’d Be Consequences for Niggas That’s Snitchin’ and Shit
Coupe
50 Million Up, I Ain’t Sell My Catalog ‘Cause I Got Real Guts
Quit Drinkin’ but I Got Some Wock’ Seals Tucked
I’m a Player, I Can’t Pay No Bitch to Let Me F**k
but I’ll Look Out for Her if She Need a Couple Bucks
Mossberg Pump Gave His Ass a Couple Bucks
Goal Line, Fourth and Inches, All I Know Is Rush
We’ll Catch Your Ass in Traffic Even if It’s Rush
I Don’t Argue, I’d Rather Let My Blick Fuss
Hold Your Blick Up, Hold Your Blick Up
if Rap Wasn’t Workin’, I’d Prolly Rob a Brinks Truck
Lost a Couple Brothers, That’s the Reason Why I’m Inked Up
He Was Pillow-Talkin’, That’s What Got His Ass Beamed Up
Opps Keep on Dyin’, Why the F**k You Think They Teamed Up?
Real Deal Boogeyman, We Comes Through and Cleans Up
We Don’t Spare Nobody, We’ll Hit Your Teams Up
Twenty-Time Champ, Gotta Use My Feet to Hold My Rings Up
Hit Her From the Back and Watch Her Cream Up
She’s a Diva, and a Demon
She So Fine, I Got Her Pregnant Off My Precum
This Nerd-Ass Nigga Prolly Tweet Some
Big 4l We Control-Alt-Delete Some
Kick a Door and Hit a Lick, We Tryna Breach Some
We Was Young, Chasin’ Hoes, Hide-and-Seek Some
All This F**kin’ Steppin’, Need to Get My Feet Done
Get Your A*s Smacked Actin’ Like You Seen Some
Keep Your Mouth Closed ‘Fore We Get Your Teeth Done
Uav Inside Your Hood, We Finna Sweep Some
Vibes Askin’ for the Percs, You Know I Keep Some
She Keep Suckin’ Me Like That and She Gon’ Be Some
Too Much 42, She Askin’ Me to Eat Some
B**ch, You Musta Lost Your Mind, I Came to Beat Some (Beat Some) [Break]
When You Make This Step To, for Me
When These B**ch-A*s Niggas
That’s When They Think They Know You and Your Aura-Ly
Like Nudy Got It, Nudy Still Got That Got That Aura, Like, Oh
You Don’t Know, Oh, F**k Y’all
That’s the Different Aura, Bro
That’s It
[Verse 2: Young Nudy]
Yeah, Yeah
B**ch, You Might Done Lost Your Mind, I Came to Beat Some (Pshh, Hahahaha)
Yeah
I Been Posted All Day, I’m a Zone 6 Nigga for Real (For Real)
Niggas Know What’s Up With Slimeball, I’m Havin’ Them Deals (Havin’ Deals)
Comin’ in My Trap Right Now, You Can Make You a Meal
if I Feel Like You Pu**y, Nigga, I’m Takin’, for Real (I’m Takin’)
I Been Takin’ Niggas’ Shit for a Minute (Yeah)
I Came From the Place Where You Gotta Go and Spend It (Yessir)
if You Pu**y Wit’ It, Then Somebody Take Him Wit’ It (Gimme That, Haha)
Yeah, and They’ll Take Your Life With It (Yeah)
Better Keep It on You, Ain’t No Slippin’ in the Trap (No)
if You in Your Hood, Nigga, Better Keep That Strap (Strap)
Feelin’ Like You Butt Naked When You Never Wit’ It (Damn)
and You Got Them Chains On, Boy, This Shit Get Chilly (Get Chilly)
Sendin’ Out That Hot Shit, Know You Ain’t With Spinnin’ (Uh-Uh)
Go on in the House ‘Cause This Shit Out Here Get Wicked (This Shit Get Wicked)
Young Nigga Got That Trip, Man, He Trippin’ (He Trippin’)
Y’all Niggas Out Here Gettin’ Too Friendly (Goddamn)
All That Wantin’ to Clique Up? Man, Give It Up (Give It Up)
Niggas Ain’t Gang Enough, Who the F**k Is Bro? (Huh?)
Niggas Not Dangerous Enough to Hang With Us (Huh?)
Yeah (Huh? Huh? Huh?)
if You Ain’t Slid for Your Brother and He Got Killed, You a B**ch, Nigga (You a B**ch, Nigga)
I’m Just Lettin’ Y’all Niggas Know, That’s That I Ain’t Never Did (Never Did)
if I Can’t Handle It Myself, You Know That Money All in (All In)
I’ll Make Your Brother Backstab You, Nigga, F**k a Friend (F**k a Friend)
I Don’t Care Nothin’ ‘Bout Your Train, Your Twin’ll Do You in
Man, Y’all Broke-Ass Niggas Ain’t Seen a Ten, I’ll Give You Two Tens (Two Tens)
Man, These Niggas, They”ll Do It, They Don’t Give a F**k ‘Bout Turnin’ They Brother in (Nah)
Man, These Streets, This Shit Ain’t Got No Love, That’s Why I’m Goin’ in (Goin’ In, Uh-Uh)
Man, This Street Shit Got Homicide, These Niggas Ain’t Got It (Hahaha, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
