Raheem Ali - FootPrintZ lyrics

[Produced By DA] [Verse 1: Nebuul¡s] Yo Who that youngin' that be vibin' with that old school, hawkin' Blizzards on pro tools (A)Soul-ful cat, not social still they they say that they know you And broadies just "No" you when you trying to mac, "You A Scrub" Most of em end up havin' seeds if not, they caught a few bugs All cause they wanted a thug, but now you tourin' territories Like "Ain't you Henry From Prospect, ya stompin' ground is 2 stories Yo, didn't you Go to Clara Barton my neezy? I knew you seemed familiar eventhough i seen you so briefly See i was in the back, watched you as you scribbled ya raps Saw that you f**ed with the Bap, and i f** with that Saan i ain't tryna sound cliche but if you just, click play Homie on God, my tracks will make ya f**in' brain waves diffract" Word is bond, you could follow foot steps, or create your own destiny/ Or, cremate your entity, mary could get the best of me Nah, find ya identity show them all your serenity n***as turn enemies, once they know you found out the recipe (Da Reeeaal) [Hook x2] Check it out All these cats is feelin' tha bounce Im that flame-right type, n***a that your camp heard about And that's word of mouth, my ZODEs eatin' and shhmokinn' an ounce If you vibe with the EAST COAST, homie we vibe with ya style [Verse 2: Nebuul¡s] Used to stroll to the park, with Nasty inside my headphones Unless you keep to yourself in the Stuy you end up on headstones/- I never held barretas or nines in my sweater That Don't necessarily mean that i won't tote if im pressured Aggressor when im on stage, uncaged i get enraged No age cross me once, on everything you'll be engaged Word up who else you know rockin' that blowout Fade Hungry for tha money, saan lets make that ipod trade No lie BIG was a father, Nas & Big L were brothers Raised in the 90s, was a era i can't trade with no other Bless up my mother, although my life was bad hers was rougher This life ain't friendly to no n***a, in these streets you lose lovers No chill less you outchea bumpin' tribe called quest Don't let em catch you with The Boys In Blue, they bribe all 'spects Yo im 20, im known to spit aspects to get her a** wet Once my tracks set, thats when my loved ones knew i was adept I'd never get left fam i stay ahead of my peers It may appear like i've submerged, im still at rest on the pier Bestin' my fears, murders be on the regular basis And you could tell a n***a's food, once you spot homeostasis So smooth, i make hunnies wetter than Romeo's Playlist No one's safest from me n***a, not even the A list Ha Murder he wrote, murder he spit im Thanatos Call up my n***a santos, and tell him to bring that hydro [Outro x2] Murder he wrote, murder he spit im Thanatos Call up my n***a Santos, and tell him to bring that hydro Its the muthaf**in' EAST COAST We spittin' heat that's dope It be that kid from the Heights my G Da Grandmastah SwayZe