Cause todays youth judge by the shoe thats on your foot
Whole lotta money, big tip i would
Its 4 foot of jubilation running down the stairs
Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs
Raise a hill place my foot in the sand creating a mound,
But i apologize for not walking you around
Under ya nose a rose grew with no sun at all
Living in this bag of meat standing 6 foot tall
Since you're down now, boy, lick ma foot heel
Bring it back, i ain't saying that i'm nas here
I put that battery in backs ho small wonder
I put one foot in front of the other
You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money
Americans tackle in foot ball? getting all bloody?
It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for
Just one hit from me, and youll be six foot under
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