Feet On The Ground
Sonnie Carson, Killer Mike
It's only one way up, ain't it
We like it they love it
Born breach
Feet on the ground out in the cold
Never worked retail, I don't know how to fold
Know where I'm trying to get but
Don't know how to go
Some respect and a good connect is
Like a pot of gold (RIGHT)
Straight outta Brooklyn currently
Trotting the globe the game locked and we
Plotting unlocking the code
So I can shine like 40
Seconds on 42nd Times Square
Times two hater get ya stockings exposed
I lock and I load when
You driving a road-ster
You don't see the people on
The side of the road, sir
No sir I don't see em and
Definitely wouldn't wanna be em
I'm on my way
I got my feet on the ground
The world on my shoulders
Money on my mind and my head in the clouds
Chin to the sky, bullshit to the side
All I need is a full tank
And I'mma ride 'til I die what's up
Straight out Atlanta you
Monkey niggas bananas
Had better know my clips is filled
To the tip and they bananas
Bananas like a Chiquita I'm
Rolling with senoritas
And both of em pussy eaters
We eating expensive dishes
Fulfilling expensive wishes my
Wishlist is extensive
My cars is European pee-ons you get peed on
Peed on ya Neon chain shine like neon
Sphinx on the charm of the chain like Leon
I'm looking at the ocean cause boats
Is what I be on i could do this shit here
Forever I'm talking eons
Cool like my patna from school
What's up to Cleon
I keep a sweet brown bad bitch butter pecan
She like to tell me she
Ain't black she Puerto Rican
And only like to play Frank
Ocean and The Weeknd
I gave her good dick from the
Back and left her leaking
She told me "Poppy I'll be
Morena for the weekend"
No days off, taking off is for runways
I get mail delivered on a Sunday
Millionaire thoughts, dough wishes
Flow switches, narcissist, non-smoker
No Swishers prototype Sonnie, no glitches
Married to the game, no misses, eat daily
No dishes dig that? No ditches
No friends equal no snitches
Which is the reason I
Stack bread like sand-whiches
Game recognize game, hoes do too
Bad one with me and she recognize you
Thousand dollar pair on stepping on through
What's up
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