Good Foot lyrics

They think the money might change me
Well maybe so
Cause I'm tired of being f*cked up and being poor
Scheming on a dumb n*gga for a plate
With these songs like a good perm, hope it take
n*ggas ride with their tops down in the hood
Chucking deuces to the bad b*tches, Understood
What it took just to be a man, my plan
Pay me what you owe, not what you can't
I was down for mine, that's all I ever knew
While you was talking sh*t, I was talking revenue
I told em get paid, stay the f*ck out of the mix
Cause n*ggas ain't real
And hoes ain't sh*t

Good foot, I stay up off mine
And watch your step
n*ggas ain't right, that's why they so left
Good foot, now what you waitin on?
I told him get paid, stay the f*ck out of the mix
Cause n*ggas ain't real
And hoes ain't sh*t

Now, who the f*ck told you I ain't heavy as boulders?
I got a thousand years, surely there's nothing colder
There's no one closer to the Biggie flow
Give and go, on these hoes the number one negro
They blow like Piccolo
Benzes and Beemers
I shine like the sun at the peak of a zenith
Who am I b*tch? What you know about the hard knock
Old school time machine
From the light to hard top
No tears, see my face, ho?
I've been passed you, what you pumping your brakes for?
Chill! And stay the f*ck out of the mix
Cause n*ggas ain't real
And hoes ain't sh*t
[Hook]