MY SHOES

If you had to walk in my shoes, would you make it If you had the shots that I had, would you take em If you ran the blocks, that I ran, would you escape em Standing with a block in my hand, no time for faking If you had to walk in my shoes, would you make it If you had the shots that I had, would you take em If you ran the block, that I ran, would you escape em Standing with a glock in my hand, no time for patience I lived a hard life, consisting of many hard nights Scars and fights, remembering niggas who lost they life Behind bars twice, was living like a dark knight Farsighted when I grab the heat, my heart turn to ice Call it a masterpiece, on the mic, attacking the beat Going through battles, but no matter what, I stand on my feet Handling beef, like a soldier, whether grabbing the heat Or throwing blows, fists like hammers, nigga, cracking your teeth My gun click like hammers, watchin niggas scramble like diesel Handle weapons, thats lethal, like Mel Gibson Hell spitting to teach you, how I feel, this shit was real The devil's out to defeat you, better believe him I spit and got em stuck, like cement vests for defense Like a bullet flying through the breeze when I speak this Reppin the holy land precinct, where hollow tips is sent Speedin bodies, falling like leaves in november I remember getting bent, relieving Stress off my chest, getting chedder to vent Was heaven sent, been through hell, and I told myself never again Give me a page and I'ma shred it with my pen A harm city veteran, when I start to spit it never end If you had to walk in my shoes, would you make it If you had the shots that I had, would you take em If you ran the blocks that I ran, would you escape tem Standing with a block in my hand, no time for faking If you had to walk in my shoes, would you make it If you had the shots that I had, would you take em If you ran the blocks that I ran, would you escape em Standing with a glock in my hand, no time for patience Nigga, I sit back and analyze the shit that I've been through My lifetime was sinful, living in the wrong mind When the right was simple, now I'm sending thoughts in penfulls I send you to hell, cause hell is what I've been through Went from popping locks with dent pulls To popping glocks on blocks where hot ones is sent thru Me and my niggas watch em like nit bulls Not done until I send a clip full And got lines to hit you n Rip thru skin like bullets that rip your tissue My terrorist style's official In the hills, niggas get wild with pistols They'll try and stick you end ya life Niggas is trife, they got me driven To fight Beware, I got a venomous bite In murder land, the prisons is tight My vision n sight, be splitting shit like prizims n light End them like genocide in beef, my pen'll ride, men'll die Got guns that spin n, fire, stay strapped up,masked up wit ninja guys If you had to walk in my shoes, would you make it If you had the shots that I had, would you take em If you ran the blocks that I ran, would you escape em Standing with a block in my hand, no time for faking If you had to walk in my shoes, would you make it If you had the shots that I had, would you take em If you ran the blocks that I ran, would you escape em Standing with a glock in my hand, no time for patience, nigga