It means more to me every fucking day. The music, the friends, all we have to say. Fulfills my heart, keeps my head straight. Something inside I don'
you do, drop them or let 'em drop you? I chose droppin' the cop I got me a glock, and a glock for the niggaz on my block Momma tried to stab me, I moved
' on ya faster than a buzzard on ya bastards Step, introduce myself, Skinny the country rapper Like hundred spoke, we tighter with that game than Sunday Pastor And the second step
that one step forward Will take you further on Than a thousand back Or a million that ain't your own I used to dream all night Of the day that was gone
little further behind From running back or following someone home Until I learned that one step forward Will take you further on Than a thousand back or a million that
prodigal son, like a prodigal son. (breakdown:) One step forward, two back. (Plastic loser falling behind) One step forward, two back. (No dice, he chose the moves that he made) And the moves that
I chose death over life, wanted to meet my maker I was dying inside. Pain too great to deal with me made me try to take my life. But now I've seen the
s like Boom-Bap, original rap/ We take it back and move you forward just to tear it in half/ Boom-Bap, original rap/ We take it back and move you forward
that one step forward Will take you further on Than a thousand back or a million that ain?t Your own I used to dream all night Of a day that was gone
his shoes. I found me a new nigga this year. That know's how to handle this here. Now I look forward to goin' home at night. Brother does me right
