Lyrics One Foot In (with Stove God Cooks) - Benny The Butcher , Stove God Cooks

Yeah, uh-huh
Yeah, uh-huh
You know? You know, they gotta move out the way
When the real niggas come through
Hahaha, I don't care 'bout none of that
They gotta salute this shit, yo

Everybody can't go, and you probably won't make it
I whipped that powder to glaciers and found the Oasis
My history a street dealer, narcotics on paper
This work, I'm cuttin' more times than Kyrie been traded (yeah)
I was one foot out the game after that freestyle with flex
I was one foot in the door at JAY-Z house with West'
Now you see how I cleaned house and see wild success
A rapper never reached out, he either senile or deaf

I'm gettin' big in the paint, I'm all rebounds and TECs
Put rapper heads on walls like TV mounts for checks
You beat out the best, and then you weed out the rest
Comfortable at home, wherever I put my feet down, and next (yeah)
And this one for the hustlers who I was handin' ounces
Now, look at God, I wrote this verse in my Grammy outfit
I was runnin' routes, resort back to your instincts
When one in doubt, was up a plug with one foot in and one foot out

I had one foot in the game (game)
Playin' hopscotch with 'caine ('caine)
True story based on actual events (and this really happened)
I had one foot out the door (door), my whole team was sellin' dog (dog)
I was rappin', still straddlin' a fence (straddlin' a fence)

I had one foot in and one foot out
One foot in and one foot out
One foot in and ain't nobody know it (I kept it low, though)
I had one foot in and one foot out
One foot in and one foot out
You really can't do both 'cause you'll blow it (gotta watch that)

The price goin' up? "Better believe it," he said
Cocaine water waves, still splash 'til we sea sick
C6 to C11 (go), these bricks, I'm a legend (go)
Whippin' 'til forever, infinity measures
I mean, niggas got some lines that's clever, but they ain't really better (go)
Than a guy that carry a cross and a Beretta
Sittin' in these label meetings like, "This shit feelin' like a set-up"
Nigga, shut up
You say the wrong number, I might get up

I hear these niggas' new get-up, it sound real Stove-ish (it sound like me)
But I'ma let you rock until I'm fed up (hahaha)
Put my foot on the gas and I ain't let up (no)
I'm a letter up, a M, boy
I'm just quiet with this cash money, I'm slim, body
Ten bricks of boy look like cinnamon (you look like cinnamon)
It was his own niggas that did him in (ha)
So I keep my circle small
Have my young boy run up on you clowns (brrt, bap-bap-bap)
And shoot the circus up
I got one foot in the door (brrt, bap-bap), and one foot on the raw

I had one foot in the game (game)
Playin' hopscotch with 'caine ('caine)
True story based on actual events (and this really happened)
I had one foot out the door (door), my whole team was sellin' dog (dog)
I was rappin', still straddlin' a fence (straddlin' a fence)

I had one foot in and one foot out
One foot in and one foot out
One foot in and ain't nobody know it (I kept it low, though)
I had one foot in and one foot out
One foot in and one foot out
You really can't do both 'cause you'll blow it (gotta watch that, ah)