Letra de One Foot In - Benny The Butcher

(Feat. Stove God Cooks)

Yeah, uh-huh

Yeah, uh-huh

You know? You know, they gotta move out the way

When the real niggas come through

Hahaha, I don't care 'bout none of that

They gotta salute this shit, yo

Everybody can't go, and you probably won't make it

I whipped that powder to glaciers and found the Oasis

My history a street dealer, narcotics on paper

This work, I'm cuttin' more times than Kyrie been traded (Yeah)

I was one foot out the game after that freestyle with Flex

I was one foot in the door at JAY-Z house with West

Now you see how I cleaned house and see wild success

A rapper never reached out, he either senile or deaf

I'm gettin' big in the paint, I'm all rebounds and TECs

Put rapper heads on walls like TV mounts for checks

You beat out the best, and then you weed out the rest

Comfortable at home, wherever I put my feet down, and next (Yeah)

And this one for the hustlers who I was handin' ounces

Now, look at God, I wrote this verse in my GRAMMY outfit

I was runnin' routes, resort back to your instincts

When one in doubt, was up a plug with one foot in and one foot out

I had one foot in the game (Game)

Playin' hopscotch with 'Caine ('Caine)

True story based on actual events (And this really happened)

I had one foot out the door (Door), my whole team was sellin' Dog (Dog)

I was rappin', still straddlin' a fence (Straddlin' a fence)

I had one foot in and one foot out

One foot in and one foot out

One foot in and ain't nobody know it (I kept it low, though)

I had one foot in and one foot out

One foot in and one foot out

You really can't do both 'cause you'll blow it (Gotta watch that)

The price goin' up? "Better believe it," he said

Cocaine water waves, still splash 'til we sea sick

C6 to C11 (Go), these bricks, I'm a legend (Go)

Whippin' 'til forever, infinity measures

I mean, niggas got some lines that's clever, but they ain't really better (Go)

Than a guy that carry a cross and a Beretta

Sittin' in these label meetings like, "This shit feelin' like a set-up"

Nigga, shut up

You say the wrong number, I might get up

I hear these niggas' new get-up, it sound real Stove-ish (It sound like me)

But I'ma let you rock until I'm fed up (Hahaha)

Put my foot on the gas and I ain't let up (No)

I'm a letter up, a M, boy

I'm just quiet with this cash money, I'm Slim, boy

These ten bricks of boy look like cinnamon (Like cinnamon)

It was his own niggas that did him in (Ha)

So I keep my circle small

Have my young boy run up on you clowns (Brrt, bap-bap-bap)

And shoot the circus up

I got one foot in the door (Brrt, bap-bap), and one foot on the raw

I had one foot in the game (Game)

Playin' hopscotch with 'Caine ('Caine)

True story based on actual events (And this really happened)

I had one foot out the door (Door), my whole team was sellin' Dog (Dog)

I was rappin', still straddlin' a fence (Straddlin' a fence)

I had one foot in and one foot out

One foot in and one foot out

One foot in and ain't nobody know it (I kept it low, though)

I had one foot in and one foot out

One foot in and one foot out

You really can't do both 'cause you'll blow it (Gotta watch that, ah)

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