Left Footed
Young mans came with the big plays
Stumble through the maze, but I'm A-OK
Bitches see me on stage, think that I'm Rick James
Shorty asked my name, I told her that I need space
Mouth full of bullshit, tummy full of weed smoke
Crib full of hoes, ain't a single one that we know
Room door closed, I'd rather be alone
Write raps on my floor, play beats on my phone
(oh)
Motherfucker came up, it was a longshot
Tearing down stages in the ghetto, had them all shocked
They done said "wow, look at what we found, that boy do astound, he done really must've ground"
Ground 'til it worked, ground like transformers, ground like dirt, then ground like a pestle and a mortar
Ask me when I'm dropping, I don't even make a post per quarter
But nowadays I really ain't been living on the corner
Now I push shit just for fun, push chips in the club, push whips like they're stuck
Used to stay stuck with a fifth of the gin and a line of the mud
(yuck)
Used to live out in the dirt like Rango, used to move tar like I pave roads
Had to break chains like Django, everything I do is newfangled, it only done ever took one to tango
Live fast as Ramadan, clip like a monopod, bitches see me with it think I'm M. Night Shyamalan
Kamehameha, Alhamdulillah, bank "comma, comma, dot", motherfucker, just stop
Pocket full of posies, block full of rock
And shorty driving a boat, she's partying at the docks
I look like shit, but drip Fendi to the socks
So, every bitch that I meet still beg for my-
My time and attention
People tell me I'm a walking legend
Make your whip bounce, no suspension
Stay inside your house, it's the Kremlin
Past twelve and I'm still out? I'm a Gremlin
Grew to be relentless, had a couple henchmen, but they all got deported
Though me and Vic Marr were still out there every morning
Rain pouring, or snow falling, I was all in
I saw it, then called it, then carved it, now I'm balling, motherfucker
[Outro]
Now I keep a full plate, everybody's got to eat
Ain't no room up at the table, I done brought my own seat
Said I wasn't coming in, now they don't want me to leave
I just "1, 2 Step" walk to my own beat
I always do the most, I would do it for the least
Take 'em on a ride, I done always had the keys
Better look alive, motherfucker, don't sleep
Little homie got moves with them two left feet
(Left feet)
Stumble through the maze, but I'm A-OK
Bitches see me on stage, think that I'm Rick James
Shorty asked my name, I told her that I need space
Mouth full of bullshit, tummy full of weed smoke
Crib full of hoes, ain't a single one that we know
Room door closed, I'd rather be alone
Write raps on my floor, play beats on my phone
(oh)
Motherfucker came up, it was a longshot
Tearing down stages in the ghetto, had them all shocked
They done said "wow, look at what we found, that boy do astound, he done really must've ground"
Ground 'til it worked, ground like transformers, ground like dirt, then ground like a pestle and a mortar
Ask me when I'm dropping, I don't even make a post per quarter
But nowadays I really ain't been living on the corner
Now I push shit just for fun, push chips in the club, push whips like they're stuck
Used to stay stuck with a fifth of the gin and a line of the mud
(yuck)
Used to live out in the dirt like Rango, used to move tar like I pave roads
Had to break chains like Django, everything I do is newfangled, it only done ever took one to tango
Live fast as Ramadan, clip like a monopod, bitches see me with it think I'm M. Night Shyamalan
Kamehameha, Alhamdulillah, bank "comma, comma, dot", motherfucker, just stop
Pocket full of posies, block full of rock
And shorty driving a boat, she's partying at the docks
I look like shit, but drip Fendi to the socks
So, every bitch that I meet still beg for my-
My time and attention
People tell me I'm a walking legend
Make your whip bounce, no suspension
Stay inside your house, it's the Kremlin
Past twelve and I'm still out? I'm a Gremlin
Grew to be relentless, had a couple henchmen, but they all got deported
Though me and Vic Marr were still out there every morning
Rain pouring, or snow falling, I was all in
I saw it, then called it, then carved it, now I'm balling, motherfucker
[Outro]
Now I keep a full plate, everybody's got to eat
Ain't no room up at the table, I done brought my own seat
Said I wasn't coming in, now they don't want me to leave
I just "1, 2 Step" walk to my own beat
I always do the most, I would do it for the least
Take 'em on a ride, I done always had the keys
Better look alive, motherfucker, don't sleep
Little homie got moves with them two left feet
(Left feet)
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Scott
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