Текст песни Mark Battles - My Shoes (feat. Curren$y)
I remember nights was hard to defend and fight
Everybody feasting, Jesus, can I get a slice?
I left alone, hope you find Mr. Right
I never hit a girl, but my sister might
Let me relax, it's just the anger talking
Last night I had a dream I seen an angel walking
Went up to him, shook his hand, said I don't thank you often
For the lessons and the blessings, got so many questions
I wanna know if this the new beginning
If you're unaware of your mistakes, is it truly sinning?
I got a girl at home, why am I going through these women?
Open the door to more punches than a juice convention
Screaming and scratching, understanding my actions
All this madness, I don't know what's wrong with me
I'm like a rich girl purse, got a lil' dog in me
I'm tryna focus on what matters
Pissing on these rappers like I got a bad bladder
Capture different meanings with these rap daggers
Look back, Pat is nothing but some backstabbers
And don't trust 'em if they say that only cash matters
My fans say I'm the best in rap arguments
Bars like stuck-up chicks, cause they hard to get
Marcus Sick, fade you quicker than some barber clips
So fly I gotta marry me a Martian chick
I'm walking on the sky, who can I party with?
Tardy slips, most school days I hardly went
Mobbing through the city with my crew beside me
Loyal to the soil, so we really riding
My album drop this fall, I hope you go and cop it
Tryna get more sales than the human body
I keep it real, I don't appeal to the phony ones
I gave out seven tapes free, I think you owe me one
Show me something
All the places I've been, all the people I see
You think you wanna be me, you couldn't walk a mile in my shoes
Don't wanna walk a round in my shoes
All the places I've been, all the people I see
I guarantee, you couldn't walk a mile in my shoes
Don't wanna walk a round in my shoes
All these bitches in my rear view
Weed fog give me a clear view
I see you but I don't feel you
Cause I never met the real you
Only the pretend you
You got no clue what I've been through
That friendship that you offering isn't true
A partnership would not be beneficial
To neither of us, we them hustlers
Y'all them sucka's
Can't do y'all until we done us
Comfy in that Chevy box, Kleenex tissue
Couldn't walk to the mailbox in my slippers
