Lyrics:
(Somebody got to help me ?)
Tell me who, who's gonna fill their shoes? (know what I'm talking about)
Tell me who, who's gonna fill their shoes
beside Meek's personal stylist, Sade
Who tells me
That Meek rarely wears the same shoes twice
Anymore especially his Timberlands, she says
Which are "one
This job is too fulfilling
Two ga-jillion pairs of supervillain shoes to fill in
A mood to kill 'til I plow my Coupe de Ville
Into some children
get compared to them
I had to change my shoes, clothes, and hair again
And I was scared again, 'cause what are they gonna say
When they see the same
fall off
so you can fill their shoes, nope sorry boss
That's what the matter with black people anyway
We ain't down with nothin, I don't care what you
in their hands. Let me remind you that some of you who are in favor of Johnny staying, also must leave if this side loses. So, whats it gonna be? Leave
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Smack goes to flip the coin
Toss arsonal and Cassidy get
In an argument about who gets to
Pick "tails" as their choice
I said once again I'm here-
and George Jones
No autotune
Am I the only one still wondering who
Who's gonna fill their shoes
Baby, come on take a ride with me
I can roll ya down That
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
cash flow take a downfall when your shit not on the ball
Who you gonna call?
Hustle hustle hustle hustle
First you see a flash and then you smell
We gather tonight for a celebration
Under the flag of a no-shoes nation
Speakin' our gospel, seekin' our truth
Brothers in arms, and sisters in
to the top of lungs but who the hell cares
Politicians say they do but they all talk
Couldn't fill the shoes of this life I walked
Their corrupted by greed
a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
of the main reasons I don't give a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.
When
what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,
I'm hopin' to open a closed mind
To open the eyes of those blind
Going through life you find
Without trying on the shoes of who you despisin'
Whose
you'll surely try, but off these pills yeah I'm gonna fly
MGK who I wanna be but playing puck is how I'm tryna be
6'2" with no shoes, honestly I can
stutter
There's scared and can't believe that their whole crews
Ain't a rapper alive that can fill my shoes
I'm dope on a rope virgins wanna elope
I do
Black shoes fit, like they was made, from ashes
Another brother, a sister or somebody's pops
And when I see Al, he never stops
Unless it's to make
scared and can't believe that their whole crews
Ain't a rapper alive that can fill my shoes
I'm dope on a rope virgins water elope
I do the hustle
on the ball.
Who you gonna call?
Hustle hustle hustle hustle
(Schmooche)
First you see a flash & then you smell smoke
Schmooche cat, controllin the whole scene
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