Choosing Shoes E

Yeah. Uh-huh. Check it out. Okay. Shoebox money and sweatsuits for the whole Week. Don't talk unless it's back to me. That's how my hoes speak, and no back talk, Just "Yes, daddy," and "Yes, please." And I'm from West P's like Rugati and four-piece. Where they chum peas and we ride on our Enemies. But you already knew all that. I'm from the Philly team, MLB natty hat rack And all on the diamond green. Minor fees, that was four thousand, I need a Hundred G's to entertain a thought, but maybe a C from overseas. Feelin' like Rick James at my house, I pull Out a key. Let it hit it right off The brick when I'm feelin' free. Then I put a little on my gums just To numb my teeth. Everything comin' out my mouth, She cannot believe. I am he and no, I'm not the one, I don't fuck for free. She can't understand the train of thought or the Way I think. Blink of an eye, we floatin' Off through the sky. Swerve. Choosing shoes. Uh-huh. Where we at? Snitches nose-divin', Hurry home before patrol clock us. Vintage foamposites, thirty on me, Pippi Longstocking. Mini phone rocking, walk the girly, All call her Priscilla. Taking food out her kids' mouth, I'm a dirty Dealer. Steel body like I'm Chicken P, Mix with Percy Miller. Came up selling dope on Brig Mob with a Herd of killers. Born to live and die, that's The boss I was brought up to be. Ain't have to catch up with my crowd, my Crowd caught up with me. Fuck with me, you know I got it. Yeah, you know it's on me. You know this Shit in me not on me. Squad built like Sacconi in a hood full of Fangs. Tell 'em pull up on Lash. You a member of a ring. I'm like a honey badger. Still skimping from my accident, still limping. When your bitch look me in my eyes, she Recognize some real pimpin'. Throw it back for daddy, know you tired of All the Rudy pools. Mackin' on your ho, I made your bitch put On her choosing shoes. Choosing shoes. Where we at?