FootPrints - Rapper Big Pooh, King Mez, J. Pinder

Shoulda got me some… Jack Daniels for this one

Hahaha!

Yeah.

Uh… Bounce.

Yo, hehe

So smooth, I don’t need-… I don’t wanna say too much, y’know?

Yo, Willie B this got that bounce to it

Matter fact my nigga, burn an ounce to it

I po' up then pen songs, clowns wanna right they wrong

by makin dis songs, what the fuck is goin on with the youth?!

Ten plus years, this song truth

No matter what the budget I recoup, I’m uncouth

like a man tryna whistle that’s missin his front tooths

Minor league players oblivious to the truth

They not ready, dyin to rock the boat remain steady

Let bitches do the bitchin, niggaz petty

Never gonna make it out they city, with all due respect

Y’all really can’t fuck with me, I’m the one not chosen

Known to leave the fenders frozen

Take 'em to the rack and smash on 'em like DeRozan, posin

Yo, you ain’t accomplish a thing

Another dream deffered, you my lil' nigga, kiss the ring, waddup?

They say life ain’t fair but it sure been good to me

Baby, I can complain but why cry when I still get by

This is where I’m supposed to be, I put my prints in the sand

I put my prints in the sand, I put my prints in the sand

Why cry when I still get by, cause I know where I’m s’posed to be — it’s right

here

Know trouble will find you, voice said in my head and it’s final

Spinnin the vinyl, pretendin my legend on trial

That’s fakin my humble, more money modesty takin a tumble

Rollin this sticky laidback, think, take on this sunroof

Prayin to put my prints in then, pen I’m not a penciler

Pensive niggaz never prosper, that don’t sound like Pender, bruh

Seattle rapper lead the way, this is now my generation

No statement’s too big to say, make 'em move to motivate

And Rapper Pooh done hit the dial — hold it now

Told me he got Willie B and they need me to hold it down

Golden child and gridlock make simple minds go around

Knew I would become somewhere, you have to find a different route

Get from out, round here, it’s holy ground on princi-pal

All it takes is Ace to spill from the grail and snakes’ll scale and slither out

Never put my faith in man who put his faith in doubt

Nothing you can say when I make my momma proud

Been in er’rythang so royal and grand

But I ain’t rap too tight, you artists rap like Renagel

But before my plans to come record and blend

You’ll be fried shortly, they started puttin oil in pans already

Your settlement to me niggaz, sealed and send already

Put my pens in your heart, supply my demands already

I know my verse is worth it, I’m deeper than grandma purses

Runway models waitin for me, let me lend already

Let me build a brand already, people needed some of mine

All of it was planned already, all of it by God design

You can call me Richard Petty, my sick second from my drive

and being relatable, people love it when you keep it live

All I’m tryin to be is real, give you somethin you can feel

Ready to offer me a mil, I’m good if I can’t keep it trill

I’m glad I’m here but I ain’t e’en started eatin still

Knife and fork, won’t be far when I recieve a meal

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