Sonnie Carson - Feet On The Ground lyrics

rate me

Ft Killer Mike

It’s only one way up, ain’t it?

We like it, they love it

Yeah, born breech feet on the ground,

Out in the cold, never worked retail

I don’t know how to fall

No way I’m trying to get house but don’t know how to go

Some respecting the good connecting like a pot of gold

Straight out of Brooklyn commonly trying to glow

The game locking, we plotting unlocking the code

So I could shine like 40 seconds on 40 seconds time square times

2 haters get your stockings exposed

I lock and I load, when you drive on the road

…you don’t see the people on the side of the road

Sir, no sir I don’t see him

And definitely wouldn’t wanna be him, I’m on my grind

I got my feet on the ground, the world on my shoulders

Money on my mind, and my head in the clouds

Chin to the sky, bullshit to the side

All I need is a full tank and I’ma ride till I die

Straight out of ‘tlanta, you …

Hey, better know that my clip is full to the tip and ain’t bananas

Bananas like a … I’m rolling with senioritas

And both of them pussy eaters

Unexpected vicious, fulfilling expensive wishes

My wish list is extensive, my cars is European

…you get peed on, pee on your neon

Chain shine like neon, stakes on the charm …like Leon

I’m looking at the Olsons’ cause both sis what I be on

I could do the shit here forever, I’m talking…

School like my partner from school wassup to …

I keep a sweet brown bad bitch..

She like to tell me she ain’t black, she portorican

And only like to play Frank Ocean in the weekend

I gave her good dick from the back and left her leaking

She told me hop a … for the weekend

I got my feet on the ground, the world on my shoulders

Money on my mind, and my head in the clouds

Chin to the sky, bullshit to the side

All I need is a full tank and I’ma ride till I die

No take off, take off is for runways

I get mail to living on a Sunday

Millionaire thoughts, dope wishes

Flow switches, narcissist

Non smoker, no swishers

Prototype sunny, no ditches

Married to the game, no missus

Eat daily, no dishes

Dig that, no ditches

No friend equal no snitches

Which is the reason I stack bread like sandwiches

Game recognize game hoes do to

Bad one with me and she recognize you

Thousand dollar pair on stepping on through

I got my feet on the ground, the world on my shoulders

Money on my mind, and my head in the clouds

Chin to the sky, bullshit to the side

All I need is a full tank and I’ma ride till I die.