Lyrics On My Feet - Skatterman & Snug Brim, Krizz Kaliko, Paul Wall

On My Feet

I’m still right on my feet
You know I come from the southside
A place where you can get killed on the inside or outside
You can take me out of the street
But Imma still land back on my feet
Southside nigga, 5400
Right here with Skatterman dummy
You wonder why niggas actin funny, ridin with they on
Chopper in the front seat, cairful, or your chest gone
I get that pack on, pure as it come
The only you be shooting at is your gun
Some of my peoples on the run, slippin felonies
Never left the hood, so what the fuck is you tellin me?
I could tell you that on an avrage day, I grab a wraith
Tell you on the same block, turn 1 to 8
No mistake, this is my life, and I can’t help but live it
You niggas ferrytails, a storybook gimic
When you get big, everybody on your dick and balls
I love the way you fuckers hate, better watch your jaws
I’m from the southside, I rep it wherever I’m at
So watch your mouth motherfucker, watch your head
I’m still right on my feet
You know I come from the southside
A place where you can get killed on the inside or outside
You can take me out of the street
But Imma still land back on my feet
Now you can push me off the top of a goddamb skyscraper
I’ll land on my feat, and still get all my paper
Didn’t drop a nickle, and my still stuntin
Getting money from the bank to the projects in Marsi
A southside player, better ask somebody
When this shit get rough, a glove and mask Yeah the work come out soft,
but it comes out hard
I cook it up in a boll, and surve it out in a jar
Flip bricks, it’ll make you a star
Get caught with the sack, you get life for the charge
keep on shining
Even though the block hot, my niggas keep on grinding
I still do it, still get it, still bringing in packs off
Still got killers with me that’ll knock your head off
Grown ass man, but I’m playing with toys
Skatterman a boss, not a duffle bag boy
I’m still right on my feet
You know I come from the southside
A place where you can get killed on the inside or outside
You can take me out of the street
But Imma still land back on my feet
I’m in the streets, getting money with the top downNo cheese, just stacking my
m’s, make them round
They tryna climb, but I can’t fall off
I’m 10 toes on the grind, still fly as a moth
You better cover up your eyes, when them choppers arive
I’m shining like police lights when my grill is applyed
And you in for a surprise when I flash that bitch
Cause the diamonds shining hard when they twinckle and gliss
Them boys talking down, tryna take my spot
On the sidelines watching me, they skemeing and plotting
But parter I think not, I’m strapped up with a glockNot to mention the M up in
the stasMy hustle’s complex, chacing after them cheques
For that house, them cars, and them diamonds all around my neck
You never gon knock me off of my feat
I’m still reppin for my city, and we all litty, baby
I’m still right on my feet
You know I come from the southside
A place where you can get killed on the inside or outside
You can take me out of the street
But Imma still land back on my feet