Footsteps

Lyrics

Footsteps comin' down the alley, that's another sale Stick up, kids, play that area, but that's another tale Mexican OG in the pickup, dropped off another bail Got more comin' still, shorty went and did another rail I put a rock in her hand, but not like the one from Zales I love my bitch, but I trust my scale, for real Your homie hustle pills, told and got numbers still Gun concealed, some gon' bump it just cause they know I'm for real Cause they was with me through those conditions Quarantines, dope six cellies, pukin' and shittin' They say I heard you nеxt to so-and-so, but you was just different Bein' this nicе causes fights, like hoopin' in prison I tried to tell him, dude wouldn't listen I said I tried to tell him, dude wouldn't listen And I ain't missin', and I don't know shit in case they listenin' Footsteps comin' down the alley, that's another sale Footsteps comin' down the alley, that's another sale I'm sittin' in the car with my old lady I had about 80, 90 dollars worth of dope And I just ate it And, uh, first they took us to the police station And I was very, very, I was scared, you know what I mean What does this look like? The day after I get out of jail, and I got dope on me And, uh, I swallowed it When you say you swallowed it, was it inside? It was wrapped inside, yeah, the thing And uh, defacated it out Later on, eight, nine hours later, and smoked it