My Shoes
This is a Broadway junction bound
J local train
The next stop is
Broadway junction
Stand clear of the closing doors please
Come on
Visioned this shit now we living it
Who would a thought it
Coming out the environment we was living in
But back then much different I couldn't call it
J train from Cleveland I hit the junction
Cross the turnstile I hopped it
It was nothing
Another day, another bitch I'm probably plugging
Downtown brooklyn bound where I get the shopping
A train school kids love to get it popping
Utica nostrand schermerhorn
Jay street feel free to sell anything
In these skreets watch for ds they wear anything
Watch these hoes don't beat em they say anything
Young fly money
You can call it chicken wings
What you don't see
I'm used to not having anything
One pops one moms one brother
One roof one bed three covers
Fuck the arithmetic I'm lucky my skin was thick
Under the table next to the mouse traps in the kitchen
Is where I slept no bed still I rest my head
My mom said pray to god
She blessed my head
Few my niggas lost their minds caught it in the head
Now before I sip toss up a bit cause I respect the dead
Now uh days press buttons and my doors pop
Gliding on these niggas with my air shocks
Sipping whiskey in my sierra series
Phonetic my military niggas hear me
Wide body when I'm up in harlem
One eleven when I double park her
No li
Can't fuck with baby mamas
Sierra shines brighter when I'm with my daughter
Check emails now I'm getting offers
Chevo on my back did it with no sponsors
Nigga check the road map might uh left a trail
I'm feeling myself bae can you tell
See me in pictures european whipping
European woman absinthe sipping
Now uh days I pay attention who's around my children
Niggas out here weird so I'm moving different
It all started with
One pops one moms one brother
One roof one bed three covers
Fuck the arithmetic I'm lucky my skin was thick
Under the table next to the mouse traps in the kitchen
Is where I slept no bed still I rest my head
My mom said pray to god
She blessed my head
Few my niggas lost their minds caught it in the head
Now before I sip toss up a bit cause I respect the dead
Respect the dead
Before I sip
Toss up a bit
Yo lighters up for everybody we lost
Through these difficult times
And also everybody doing hard time
Yo sammy kola we gon see you soon homie
You gon be home
Yea
J local train
The next stop is
Broadway junction
Stand clear of the closing doors please
Come on
Visioned this shit now we living it
Who would a thought it
Coming out the environment we was living in
But back then much different I couldn't call it
J train from Cleveland I hit the junction
Cross the turnstile I hopped it
It was nothing
Another day, another bitch I'm probably plugging
Downtown brooklyn bound where I get the shopping
A train school kids love to get it popping
Utica nostrand schermerhorn
Jay street feel free to sell anything
In these skreets watch for ds they wear anything
Watch these hoes don't beat em they say anything
Young fly money
You can call it chicken wings
What you don't see
I'm used to not having anything
One pops one moms one brother
One roof one bed three covers
Fuck the arithmetic I'm lucky my skin was thick
Under the table next to the mouse traps in the kitchen
Is where I slept no bed still I rest my head
My mom said pray to god
She blessed my head
Few my niggas lost their minds caught it in the head
Now before I sip toss up a bit cause I respect the dead
Now uh days press buttons and my doors pop
Gliding on these niggas with my air shocks
Sipping whiskey in my sierra series
Phonetic my military niggas hear me
Wide body when I'm up in harlem
One eleven when I double park her
No li
Can't fuck with baby mamas
Sierra shines brighter when I'm with my daughter
Check emails now I'm getting offers
Chevo on my back did it with no sponsors
Nigga check the road map might uh left a trail
I'm feeling myself bae can you tell
See me in pictures european whipping
European woman absinthe sipping
Now uh days I pay attention who's around my children
Niggas out here weird so I'm moving different
It all started with
One pops one moms one brother
One roof one bed three covers
Fuck the arithmetic I'm lucky my skin was thick
Under the table next to the mouse traps in the kitchen
Is where I slept no bed still I rest my head
My mom said pray to god
She blessed my head
Few my niggas lost their minds caught it in the head
Now before I sip toss up a bit cause I respect the dead
Respect the dead
Before I sip
Toss up a bit
Yo lighters up for everybody we lost
Through these difficult times
And also everybody doing hard time
Yo sammy kola we gon see you soon homie
You gon be home
Yea
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Writer(s): Joen Lewis
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