Lyrics:
and busted my black ass
Coolin in the pen, where the good's kept
Now my little brother wants to follow in my footsteps
A soulja
All you wanted to be,
wearing out these sweats
For a week straight left em in police tape
My alibi phillipe's steak
Yeah, I'll steal a nigga flow and what
(And what, pussy?)
land, you let me in
You always do
My reason is caught by a sudden gust
Of lateral thought that sweeps me
Far beyond
It's the opium of the night
simply smart play by the
legendary Champion. He approaches the ball.. let?s watch.
Champion: Take a swing at the ball hitting the tree route in
on vacation like your own family did.
And you go to Boston, because it?s fun,
And you go to the park and walk or run.
And then you see some birds, walking
.
Profiled just walking the street, steroid freak go stomp your beat.
Had enough I can't take any more six in the morning police at my door.
No justice no
Atleast I call it being
Got no need to creep in
Just jump right off the deep end
No other language or accent I'd rather speak Slim
Cos I follow your
feel like Screech
I'm saved by the bell
I feel like LL before the ladies love James
My uncle told me that this pimp shit a cold game
Use your codename
like you're feeling bad
Real crime ain't something that's out in the streets
It don't get chased down by no police
Real crime is working working
deeper till I lose yah
Look at me now
I’ve made it this far by following your footsteps
Now is the time to break away
From this cursed spell and set me
Morning comes but still at night
I see your face when I close my eyes
In my dreams coming back to me
I see you walking in my sleep
I see your teardrops
I hear footsteps on my roof at night
Two, if I'm not mistook
And they go walking side by side
Just off, into the night
I can hear my lover breathing
where they wanna be
Thank you for helping me get where I'm going
I walked in your footsteps when it was snowing
I aint tripping off your past
The past
Walking up Bainbridge Avenue
Some of us are going to a night class
To get a qualification or two
Because we just can 't walk in to the Police Department
in parades
And see my team is unbeatable, the stadium stage
Basically crazed, walking circles pacing for days
I'm basically dazed and lost inside
Left it all in the pistol that you used
Always be a little man, follow in your footsteps
Even though I'm mad, even though you're gone
You live on,
running to say hey to your friend
I can feel your footsteps, you're walking so fast
To the lockers where I see you laugh
You're funny and your hair brushes
for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun
Missed his court date, now my nigga on the run
Big shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter
Shit bag leave
My life flashed before my eyes
Razor-blade lips and daggers up in your eyes
Baby, your love is a crime
Danger by day, but you're evil in the night
My
between memory and reality
And now I hear your footsteps pass by again
See the breeze play with the strands of your hair
The dust your Converses have
E5
Where you hear shots and then police sirens
Your girl's a groupie, blud
I see her preeing me
Your life's a movie, but
It went straight to DVD
only takes me much nearer to you
You left me in anger to walk by the sea
And when they found your body they blamed it on me
But you know they were wrong
walking through the court man
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
You better stash your dope man
(Heads up)
Aye, I heard it was a murder
Robbing and kidnapping, lil one
by the police
Still getting pulled over and asked by the police
'Bama wasn't made for a nigga to win
See the color of your skin get you put in
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