OT The Real - Footsteps Lyrics

Footsteps comin' down the alley, that's another sale
Stick up, kids, play that area, but that's another tale
Mexican OG in the pickup, dropped off another bail
Got more comin' still, shorty went and did another rail
I put a rock in her hand, but not like the one from Zales
I love my bitch, but I trust my scale, for real
Your homie hustle pills, told and got numbers still
Gun concealed, some gon' bump it just cause they know I'm for real
Cause they was with me through those conditions,
Quarantines, dope six cellies, pukin' and shittin'
They say I heard you next to so-and-so, but you was just different
Bein' this nice causes fights, like hoopin' in prison
I tried to tell him, dude wouldn't listen
I said I tried to tell him, dude wouldn't listen
And I ain't missin', and I don't know shit in case they listenin'

Footsteps comin' down the alley, that's another sale
Footsteps comin' down the alley, that's another sale

I'm sittin' in the car with my old lady
I had about 80, 90 dollars worth of dope
And I just ate it
And, uh, first they took us to the police station
And I was very, very, I was scared, you know what I mean
What does this look like?
The day after I get out of jail, and I got dope on me
And, uh, I swallowed it
When you say you swallowed it, was it inside?
It was wrapped inside, yeah, the thing
And uh, defacated it out
Later on, eight, nine hours later, and smoked it"