k**a Kyleon - My Shoes lyrics

[Verse 1 – Scotty ATL] I got my dre beats turned up, zoned out, writing raps Broke my collar bone last week and all I got is time to focus Dre's head, [?] cut, you'll be only funky a** So I spend my time just getting doper with my funky a** Don't step on my shoe, my n***a, just got the b**hes Uh, can't follow no footsteps of no sloppy b**hes, yeah Got to check my footwork, follow my lead Marathon, but I still sprint, I feel good at this speed So I lace my J's up, size 12, tell me boy, what size you are You can't want my pair my shoes, I swear boy, stay off in your pair You could did this battle, would have did it, all that talking Keep my Facebook status vague, now the groupie b**hes stalking Keep my head off, spirits high, make the best of what I got Anything is better than that [?] and the pirate pot Don't let them fool you, k**ers get the blue Why you're trying to put them on, they don't even want 'em shoes Take you way back, way back, Eastland boots and [?] shirts Me and [?] stealing down Atlantic with van Trying to pull on for my partners, show them n***as I'm the man Had to call my mom to pick me up, no cuff was on my hand So I learn quick, be yourself, that's all you'll be anyway Keep your [?] steady, boy, that sh** can pop off any day And that jealousy ain't get you sh**, and you're better off putting all that And your own hustle got better a chance for you to be the boss in my shoes [Verse 2 - Starlito] Scotty got me feeling like Georgia Fresh new old pair of Jordans Bet a n***a wanted, and I think they would Sixth grade but I couldn't afford 'em I remember when I first started recording, p**y a** n***a life Same n***a trying to get me on they tapes trying pull their situation, can't get in they venues I'm well aware people changes like the channels 9: 45 they love you, by 10 o'clock they can't stand you Put 24 on my shoes, strap on my side like the Griffeys One day this bread gon rise, I'm just hoping it's in a jiffy Listen, ain't nothing cool about struggling You think otherwise and you tripping Thugging, ride, filthy, 3D with two pair pistols One from the police and a pair of true religion Fresh new pair of pimpings If I scuff em, f** it I bust my bubble As long as I don't get in no more trouble And I get away, get another pair, get another pay, and pack more heat Wish I could stop in the hood Got more stripes than a foot locker employee I just call the plays, no huddle Ready set go, I got the trouble I can't even smoke, my ho is PO They on patrol, so you already know I'm gone [Verse 3 - k**a Kyleon] Run it! You couldn't walk a mile in my sh** Why you n***as talking down on my dick? Boys can't afford the sh** that I buy Costs bout a rack to walk in my kicks [?] but a Georgia ice in my neck Costs bout a leg to ice up my wrist Bought me a ring and marry myself Why you boys climb to wife in that b**h Put me some candy all on my doors Fresh set of swingers under my ship Brand new bu*ter seats for my back Two white girls to pour up my sip Keep codiene all in my pot, got some loaded all in my waist f** boys hate to see me on top, so f** boys always up in my face Guess they mad cause I'm a mino, chinchilla cover my coat OGs is all that I rock, OG is all that I smoke These diamonds all in my wood grain and my palm gripping that oak Same hands counting that bread, that scrambled eggs with that toast