Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song FootPrints, artist - Rapper Big Pooh. Album song Fat Boy Fresh Volume 3.5: Happy Birthday Thomas, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: For Members Only
Song language: English
FootPrints |
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 |
Uh… |