Freeway, Jake One - One Foot In lyrics
Freeway [Philly Freezer]
[Freeway, Jake One - One Foot In lyrics]
I'm so hood, the hood relate to me
So I can say that
Make that, trap music without the Maybach
Stay strapped, A Wax of rap
I've been that since ADATS
Freezer clean tracks like Ajax flow mean
I stepped on the scene on "The Dynasty" album
So, it's a guarantee y'all played that
I'm about to bring that '98 Hip-Hop back
I got +99 Problems+ but my
Rhyme is not a problem (ye yeah)
I'm evolvin with the talent
Stay showin my ass
Why the hell you think Jay-Z
And Dame Dash signed him?
Military geared him, front lined him
Now I use my own mind
Grindin tryin to be a millionaire
I hit the stu (dio) and make that heat and
Let the people hear
I drop it on the 'net and
Represent the East coast stare
Grabbed the producer from the West
We woke the roosters out their nest
They love the mixture, came to get
The digit's, we right here, yeah (ye yeah)
Philly Freezer's hold blickas no doubt
I still got one foot in and one out
I got one foot in the game
Other foot in the gutter
If my music don't bubble
I feel sorry for your mother
Cause, I will come stickin no doubt
I still got one foot in and one out
I got one foot in the music
Other foot in the streets
If my family don't eat, I
Feel sorry for your peeps, peep
Rock-a-bye auto matty
Put daddy in deep sleep
Now his peeps can't find 'em
He remind me of my Jeep
That I don't got, that you won't spot
You won't never see him, won't never meet 'em
In a position thought I'd never be in
How the hell I got low dough
When the video on television?
I felt KRS when he said the
Libraries tell a lie buried
It's like tell-a-lie-vision (ye yeah)
Still got to pitch in
Ride around with my Smith and
My goodness, this is not what I visioned
I was thinkin, frankly when I get in
A whole lot of Benjamin Franklins
Thank goodness
That my niggas still had the pot cookin
Block jumpin
I'm a hustler so I'm never left stinkin
And I'm still makin, music with no debatin
On my job, never leave the fans waitin
(ye yeah)
Oh, I feel sorry for your mother
He missed a kick, I feel sorry for the punter
Flow like the waters from down
Under the 9th Wonder
Not one of them +Brothers+ on "The Ego Trip"
I got my right foot in
I got my left foot out
I'm movin yayo while I'm rhymin and
I shake it all about
Supply it to the smokers
'til I turn myself around
That's what it's all about, yeah! (ye yeah)
So I can say that
Make that, trap music without the Maybach
Stay strapped, A Wax of rap
I've been that since ADATS
Freezer clean tracks like Ajax flow mean
I stepped on the scene on "The Dynasty" album
So, it's a guarantee y'all played that
I'm about to bring that '98 Hip-Hop back
I got +99 Problems+ but my
Rhyme is not a problem (ye yeah)
I'm evolvin with the talent
Stay showin my ass
Why the hell you think Jay-Z
And Dame Dash signed him?
Military geared him, front lined him
Now I use my own mind
Grindin tryin to be a millionaire
I hit the stu (dio) and make that heat and
Let the people hear
I drop it on the 'net and
Represent the East coast stare
Grabbed the producer from the West
We woke the roosters out their nest
They love the mixture, came to get
The digit's, we right here, yeah (ye yeah)
Philly Freezer's hold blickas no doubt
I still got one foot in and one out
I got one foot in the game
Other foot in the gutter
If my music don't bubble
I feel sorry for your mother
Cause, I will come stickin no doubt
I still got one foot in and one out
I got one foot in the music
Other foot in the streets
If my family don't eat, I
Feel sorry for your peeps, peep
Rock-a-bye auto matty
Put daddy in deep sleep
Now his peeps can't find 'em
He remind me of my Jeep
That I don't got, that you won't spot
You won't never see him, won't never meet 'em
In a position thought I'd never be in
How the hell I got low dough
When the video on television?
I felt KRS when he said the
Libraries tell a lie buried
It's like tell-a-lie-vision (ye yeah)
Still got to pitch in
Ride around with my Smith and
My goodness, this is not what I visioned
I was thinkin, frankly when I get in
A whole lot of Benjamin Franklins
Thank goodness
That my niggas still had the pot cookin
Block jumpin
I'm a hustler so I'm never left stinkin
And I'm still makin, music with no debatin
On my job, never leave the fans waitin
(ye yeah)
Oh, I feel sorry for your mother
He missed a kick, I feel sorry for the punter
Flow like the waters from down
Under the 9th Wonder
Not one of them +Brothers+ on "The Ego Trip"
I got my right foot in
I got my left foot out
I'm movin yayo while I'm rhymin and
I shake it all about
Supply it to the smokers
'til I turn myself around
That's what it's all about, yeah! (ye yeah)