Before My Feet Hit The Pavement

Quaxar man

Yeah

You know I had to put my toes in the grass for my feet hit the pavement

Feet hit the pavement

For my feet hit the pavement, uh, uh

6 a.m. to get my time back, you missing if you sleep

The money don't rest so I rise before the sun hit its peak

Ginger cloves in the tea planted grass under feet

Meditate exhale the bullshit and balance out my cheat

Several plays for the day I scratch 'em off like lottery

Take the runts and fresh rolls and mix it up like pottery

Put the flame to the joint and burning down calories

This weed out your salary, causing common casualties

Bitch, you better know your place, or I be going in one, two, three

Symbolize A to B to C, feel like 90s masterpiece

Out the trunk with this shit, new J walkin' T's

Signed CDs and memorabilia for the streets

Take it from me, the nigga where I stacked against him still succeed

And find a way to get some cheese out this bitch

If this was 06 and I'm the man with DVDs

First Polo Rugby's, the bank rolled up my sleeve

Before I step on house and leave

You know my feet gotta touch grass before I hit the cold, hard pavement

Yeah, before my feet hit the pavement, uh

Before my feet hit the-

Yeah