Right Foot Left Foot

Aye, Press that button, crack them gates, uh

Yeah, step out that door, what you waitin' fo

Huh?

Right foot, left foot, one in front the other

It's time to do what you been plannin boy, this shit is nothin

Back to the money, back to the bitches

First though you go see your children

Bitches switch, **** turn, that ain't stoppin' nothin

Man, you know them **** fakin

How they left your ass hangin

You ain't trippin

Cause that shit ain't on your mind or nothin

You really stepped up your game and start elevatin

Got away from all the bullshit, stop procrastinatin

You bust that move and seen it through and stop hesitatin

They wonder how you do yo do, You leave them debatin

Yeah, everybody's story sad, had to get up off my ass

Please don't look for me to save you, I am not your dad

Back of my mind is where it's at soon as it come to the front

Treat that **** like a punk, this ain't what you want

You know how this shit can get, you might have to keep a stick

You catch him behind them walls, bust him all up in his shit

Every felony I got is for guns and hittin' licks

And my closest **** died all I can do is reminisce

Mr. Bounce Back, ****, Long Live the Bros

Aye, Press that button, crack them gates, uh

Yeah, step out that door, what you waitin' fo

Huh?

Right foot, left foot, one in front the other

It's time to do what you been plannin' boy, this shit is nothin

Back to the money, back to the bitches

First though you go see your children

Bitches switch, **** turn, that ain't stoppin' nothin

Man, you know them **** fakin' how they left your ass hangin

You ain't trippin, cause that shit ain't on your mind or nothin

Uh, you got the hustle in your blood and you just can't help it

Bounced back from all them losses, and they never felt it

You was out there gettin' to it never on your pelvis

Down bad and still helpin' you was never selfish

Everybody's story's sad had to get up off my ass

Please don't look for me to save you I am not your dad

Back of my mind is where it's at soon as it come to the front

Treat that **** like a punk this ain't what you want

You know how this shit can get you might have to keep a stick

You catch him behind them walls Buss him all up in his shit

Every felony I got is for guns and hittin' licks

And my closest **** died all I can do is reminisce

Aye, Press that button, crack them gates, uh

Yeah, step out that door, what you waitin' fo

Huh?

Right foot, left foot, one in front the other

It's time to do what you been plannin boy, this shit is nothin