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 woulda 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 J street feel free to sell anything In these skreets watch for d's 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 use to not having anything One pops one moms one brother One roof one bed three covers F*ck 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 wit 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 f*ck wit 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 F*ck 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