Three Steps Forward - Scotty ATL, Shar

They call me again on my way to the Texaco

Prolly bout less than half a mile from my crib I was flabbergasted

First thing I was thinkin' «Ah shit got my pistol wit me, plus my shit

suspended», hope these angry cops don’t shoot a nigga

Plus he ran my tags, called for info on the radio

Shit was crazy bro, got some shit I’m gon be late for so

I just kept my calm, my pistol under my arm, really, peepin' out the scene,

they talkin' amongst each other

One lady cop, two sheriffs an undercover, told me «Exit the car»

My hands they were above it, now I’m feelin' hot, I mean like in the oven

Officer I just got me a deal fuckin' up my publishin'

Plus nobody knows that I’m on my way to jail

He cuffed me behind my back and made a call wit my cell

Headed straight to the cell hopin' I make bail

And it’s twenty mufuckas in this bitch no chairs, goddamn

Three steps forward, four steps I’m goin back

Gotta move forward, the hood keep on callin' back

Three steps forward, four steps I’m goin back

Gotta move forward, the hood keep on callin' back

They caught me again on the dolo off of Peters Street, well they almost did

Let me paint the pic, it was rainin' cats and dogs

Leavin' 255 knew I saw some niggas lookin' back, textin' talkin' shit

One approach me bout his music and, guess they recognized he started bustin'

out bars

I’m eatin' I play it cool, he left a tape on the bar

Think he wasn’t satisfied by how a nigga responded

Saw me on MTV he figured I had some hundreds

He and his slick patna was waitin' there by the corner

Thought a nigga was green fosho he a easy come up

Take his money then part off we’ll leave him what he rebuttled

Hit him twice and we’ll run on him, only make moves that’s subtle

Good thing I left that .40 on me by mistake, I saw him playin' the corner

I asked him about his tape, told him I like his freestyle, was stuffin' my face

He froze up, he missed the cue from his ace, haha

Three steps forward, four steps I’m goin back

Gotta move forward, the hood keep on callin' back

Three steps forward, four steps I’m goin back

Gotta move forward, the hood keep on callin' back

When’s this shit gonna pay off Scotty?

I never see you home, I don’t see no

money, all this empty promises

I mean, I’m doin' the best, ya nahmsayin', I’m out here workin' ya nahmean

Tired of bullshit

What you mean bullshit?

You don’t work anywhere, where’s the money at?

What you mean, like you see I’m workin', you see the shit that I’m doin',

you see the shit on the radio, you see the shit on TV

It’s not gonna pay off

It is gon pay off, I just need you to stay down till it pay off man

It’s not gonna pay off Scotty, stop lying

Why you always being so negative?

Why you just can’t believe in this shit wit me

I don’t believe in you anymore