One Foot In Lyrics

Yeah, uh-huh
Yeah, uh-huh
You know
You know they gotta move out the way when the real n*** come through
I don’t care about none of that
They gotta salute this shit
Yo

Everybody can’t go and you probably won’t make it
I whip that powder to glaciers and found the oasis
My history is street, dealing narcotics on paper
‘Cause work, I’m cutting more times than Kyrie been traded (Yeah)
I was one foot out the game after that freestyle will Flex
I was one foot in the door at Jay-Z house with West
Now you see how I clean house and see wild success
A rapper never reached out, he either senile or deaf
I’m getting big in the paint, I’m all rebounds and techs
Put rapper heads on walls like TV mounts for checks
You beat out the best and then you weed out the rest
Comfortable at home, wherever I put my feet down at next, yeah
And this ones for the hustlers who I was handing ounces
Now look at God, I wrote this verse in my Grammy outfit
I was running routes, resort back to your instincts
But when in doubt, was up a plug
With one foot in and one foot out

I had one foot in the game
Playing hopscotch with Kane
True story based on actual events
Man, this really happened
I had one foot out the door
My whole team was selling dog
I was rapping, still straddling the fence
Goddamn
I had one foot in and one foot out
One foot in and one foot out
One foot in and ain’t nobody know
I kept it low, though
I had one foot in and one foot out
One foot in and one foot out
You really can’t do both ’cause you will blow it
Ah, you gotta watch that

The price going up, better believe what he said
Cocaine water waves, still splashed till he’s sea sick
See six to see eleven, these bricks, I’m a legend
Whip it to forever, infinity measures on me
N*** got some lines that’s clever but they ain’t really better
Than a guy that carry a cross and a Beretta
Sitting in these label meetings like, “This shit feeling like a set up”
N**, shut up
You say the wrong number, I might get up
I hear these n*** new get up, it sound real Stove-ish
But I’ma let you rock until I’m fed up
Put my foot on the gas and I ain’t let up
I’m a letter, an N, boy
I’m just quiet with this cash money, I’m slim, boy
These ten bricks, a boy look like cinnamon
It was his own n*** that did him in
So I keep my circle small
Had my young boy run up on you clowns and shoot the circus up
I got one foot in the door and one foot on the raw

One Foot In Lyrics

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