Feet On The Ground

[Intro]

It's only one way up, ain't it

We like it they love it

[Verse 1 - Sonnie Carson]

Born breach, feet on the ground out in the cold

Never worked retail, I don't know how to fold

Know where I'm trying to get but don't know how to go

Some respect and a good connect is like a pot of gold (RIGHT)

Straight outta Brooklyn currently trotting the globe

The game locked and we plotting unlocking the code

So I can shine like 40 seconds on 42nd Times Square

Times two hater get ya stockings exposed

I lock and I load when you driving a road-ster

You don't see the people on the side of the road, sir

No sir I don't see em and definitely wouldn't wanna be em

I'm on my way

[Hook - Sonnie Carson]

I got my feet on the ground, the world on my shoulders

Money on my mind and my head in the clouds

Chin to the sky, bullshit to the side

All I need is a full tank and I'mma ride 'til I die

What's up

[Verse 2 - Killer Mike]

Straight out Atlanta you monkey niggas bananas

Had better know my clips is filled to the tip and they bananas

Bananas like a Chiquita I'm rolling with senoritas

And both of em pussy eaters, we eating expensive dishes

Fulfilling expensive wishes my wishlist is extensive

My cars is European pee-ons you get peed on

Peed on ya Neon chain shine like neon

Sphinx on the charm of the chain like Leon

I'm looking at the ocean cause boats is what I be on

I could do this shit here forever I'm talking eons

Cool like my patna from school what's up to Cleon

I keep a sweet brown bad bitch butter pecan

She like to tell me she ain't black she Puerto Rican

And only like to play Frank Ocean and The Weeknd

I gave her good dick from the back and left her leaking

She told me "Poppy I'll be morena for the weekend"

[Hook - Sonnie Carson]

[Verse 3 -Sonnie Carson]

No days off, taking off is for runways

I get mail delivered on a Sunday

Millionaire thoughts, dough wishes

Flow switches, narcissist, non-smoker, no Swishers

Prototype Sonnie, no glitches

Married to the game, no misses, eat daily, no dishes

Dig that? No ditches, no friends equal no snitches

Which is the reason I stack bread like sand-whiches

Game recognize game, hoes do too

Bad one with me and she recognize you

Thousand dollar pair on stepping on through

What's up

[Hook - Sonnie Carson]