Mark Battles - My Shoes lyrics

[Verse 1: Mark Battles] 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 [Hook: Mark Battles X2] 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 [Verse 2: Curren$y] All these b**hes 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 s**ers, 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, n***a [Hook]