My Shoes - Mark Battles, Curren$y

I remember nights was hard to defend a fight

Everybody feasting Jesus, can I get a slice

I left alone I hope you find Mr. Right

I’d never hit a girl but my sister might

Let me relax it’s just the anger talking

Last night I had a dream I see 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 want to 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 over standing 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

Little back patters, nothing but some back stabbers

Don’t trust them if they say that only cash matters

My friends say I’m the best in rap argument

Bars and stuck up chicks cus they hard to get

Market 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

Party slips, most screw days I hardly win

Mobbin' through the city with my crew beside me

Loyal to the soil so we really ridin'

My album drops this fall I hope you go and cop it

Tryna get more sells then a human body, I keep it real

I don’t appeal to the phony ones

I gave out 7 tapes free I think you owe me one

Show me some

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 around in my shoes

All these bitches in my rear view

Weed foggy mirror clear view

I see you but I dont feel you

Cus 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 suckers, 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, nigga