On My Feet - Skatterman & Snug Brim, Krizz Kaliko, Paul Wall

I’m still right on my feet

You know I come from the southside

A place where you can get killed on the inside or outside

You can take me out of the street

But Imma still land back on my feet

Southside nigga, 5400

Right here with Skatterman dummy

You wonder why niggas actin funny, ridin with they on

Chopper in the front seat, cairful, or your chest gone

I get that pack on, pure as it come

The only you be shooting at is your gun

Some of my peoples on the run, slippin felonies

Never left the hood, so what the fuck is you tellin me?

I could tell you that on an avrage day, I grab a wraith

Tell you on the same block, turn 1 to 8

No mistake, this is my life, and I can’t help but live it

You niggas ferrytails, a storybook gimic

When you get big, everybody on your dick and balls

I love the way you fuckers hate, better watch your jaws

I’m from the southside, I rep it wherever I’m at

So watch your mouth motherfucker, watch your head

I’m still right on my feet

You know I come from the southside

A place where you can get killed on the inside or outside

You can take me out of the street

But Imma still land back on my feet

Now you can push me off the top of a goddamb skyscraper

I’ll land on my feat, and still get all my paper

Didn’t drop a nickle, and my still stuntin

Getting money from the bank to the projects in Marsi

A southside player, better ask somebody

When this shit get rough, a glove and mask Yeah the work come out soft,

but it comes out hard

I cook it up in a boll, and surve it out in a jar

Flip bricks, it’ll make you a star

Get caught with the sack, you get life for the charge

keep on shining

Even though the block hot, my niggas keep on grinding

I still do it, still get it, still bringing in packs off

Still got killers with me that’ll knock your head off

Grown ass man, but I’m playing with toys

Skatterman a boss, not a duffle bag boy

I’m still right on my feet

You know I come from the southside

A place where you can get killed on the inside or outside

You can take me out of the street

But Imma still land back on my feet

I’m in the streets, getting money with the top downNo cheese, just stacking my

m’s, make them round

They tryna climb, but I can’t fall off

I’m 10 toes on the grind, still fly as a moth

You better cover up your eyes, when them choppers arive

I’m shining like police lights when my grill is applyed

And you in for a surprise when I flash that bitch

Cause the diamonds shining hard when they twinckle and gliss

Them boys talking down, tryna take my spot

On the sidelines watching me, they skemeing and plotting

But parter I think not, I’m strapped up with a glockNot to mention the M up in

the stasMy hustle’s complex, chacing after them cheques

For that house, them cars, and them diamonds all around my neck

You never gon knock me off of my feat

I’m still reppin for my city, and we all litty, baby

I’m still right on my feet

You know I come from the southside

A place where you can get killed on the inside or outside

You can take me out of the street

But Imma still land back on my feet