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scotty atl - three steps forward lyrics

yeah yeah, true story, turn me up a lil’ bit

[verse 1: scotty atl]
they call me again on my way to the texaco
prolly bout less than half a mile from my crib i was flabbergasted
first thing i was thinkin’ “ah sh-t got my pistol wit me, plus my sh-t suspended”, hope these angry cops don’t shoot a n-gga
plus he ran my tags, called for info on the radio
sh-t was crazy bro, got some sh-t i’m gon be late for so
i just kept my calm, my pistol under my arm, really, peepin’ out the scene, they talkin’ amongst each other
one lady cop, two sheriffs an undercover, told me “exit the car”
my hands they were above it, now i’m feelin’ hot, i mean like in the oven
officer i just got me a deal f-ckin’ up my publishin’
plus n0body knows that i’m on my way to jail
he cuffed me behind my back and made a call wit my cell
headed straight to the cell hopin’ i make bail
and it’s twenty muf-ckas in this b-tch no chairs, godd-mn

[chorus: shar j]
three steps forward, four steps i’m goin back
gotta move forward, the hood keep on callin’ back
three steps forward, four steps i’m goin back
gotta move forward, the hood keep on callin’ back

[verse 2: scotty atl]
they caught me again on the dolo off of peters street, well they almost did
let me paint the pic, it was rainin’ cats and dogs
leavin’ 255 knew i saw some n-ggas lookin’ back, textin’ talkin’ sh-t
one approach me bout his music and, guess they recognized he started bustin’ out bars
i’m eatin’ i play it cool, he left a tape on the bar
think he wasn’t satisfied by how a n-gga responded
saw me on mtv he figured i had some hundreds
he and his sl!ck patna was waitin’ there by the corner
thought a n-gga was green fosho he a easy come up
take his money then part off we’ll leave him what he reb-ttled
hit him twice and we’ll run on him, only make moves that’s subtle
good thing i left that .40 on me by mistake, i saw him playin’ the corner
i asked him about his tape, told him i like his freestyle, was stuffin’ my face
he froze up, he missed the cue from his ace, haha

[skit: scotty atl & girl]
when’s this sh-t gonna pay off scotty? i never see you home, i don’t see no money, all this empty promises
i mean, i’m doin’ the best, ya nahmsayin’, i’m out here workin’ ya nahmean
tired of bullsh-t
what you mean bullsh-t?
you don’t work anywhere, where’s the money at?
what you mean, like you see i’m workin’, you see the sh-t that i’m doin’, you see the sh-t on the radio, you see the sh-t on tv
it’s not gonna pay off
it is gon pay off, i just need you to stay down till it pay off man
it’s not gonna pay off scotty, stop lying
why you always being so negative? why you just can’t believe in this sh-t wit me
i don’t believe in you anymore

- scotty atl lyrics

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