We innovated this shit, that mean we laid blueprints for footwork, it wasn’t bout getting rich. 9 to 5 taking shit, working for chips with no dip. Bottom of the totem pole and that don’t go with my fit, I got a, fresh dad hat kicks is retro (number 9) in the circle killing off the petro (every time). That g-a-s yes we the best, if you contest put keys in chest, you know the rest nigga. Move like a vet nigga. Learned that from some older pak niggas, era gang bringing terra back nigga. No you cant hang with us cant bang with us, got some niggas that’s dangerous, cant lab with us, every round spectacular, know im spazzing cause. (Im blowed….)
We really doing it, having and pursuing it, we giving life to the game ya’ll tried to ruin it. Niggas suckas and they hater “09” was chasing paper, same time footworked my way up, want our placement gotta take it nigga. How you cold without the basics, on the road destined for greatness, remained the same and never lane switched. Mixing new wurkz and some skates with shit I learned from granny basement. That was right off 91st but niggas know I’m east side crazy, state to to going brazy, different countries niggas shady, but we aint worried about that lately, leave them niggas till that hating cause, bulb keep that backpack, hit niggas with hack sacks, flip wurkz like flap jacks, them circles I tax that, we wolves ya’ll rat packs. Lo.
In L.A., Im blow’d, in the city. Im blow’d, to the bay. Im blow’d NYC
from So·lo (z) EP
track released June 9, 2017
Written by Steelo (The Era) Copyright control. Ⓟ2017 The Era Footwork Crew LLC
Produced by Rashad Harden (DJ Rashad) Copyright control. Ⓟ2017 Teklife
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