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And to that baby daddy that's never ever around
You ain't never been a man but it's okay to start now
See I know life can be a little tough up in your shoes
But

“My Lifestyle”
by Bakes

I'm the one that always gets the job done 
Bad bitch drivin’, while I'm ridin’ shotgun
Claimin’ you’re the realest, but I

food shelter or clothing
Take back everything that they stole
And cant walk a mile in my shoes with your souls in
But I keep pacing keep growing
Sunshine

I know neither the hour nor the day in which the sun sets
All I know is I gotta get this off of my chest
Where are you going when you take your last

your last stack
My bitch just caught me cheating
I got my ass smacked
And I dropped a deuce in my Fanta
It got a nigga peeled
The last nigga tryna touch

fancy
In my genes to keep winning
Cooking the beat I'm in the kitchen
Gucci shirt I'm really drippin'
Poland Springs is what I'm sippin'
Shoes be getting

lose if you paid me too
Go crazy, stay in my shoes
And wait for the day I improve
And go up by 80%
That’s just a hundred with 80 Proof
Otherwords when I

felt so amused by regular views but now I'm off on more planes 
At least a week at a time I'm seeking sublime recharging my brain 
Im at the peak of my

dogs, all bite, no yappin'
We make shit happen
We started with nothin' we could never lose
These kicks not designer it's blood on my shoes
They claim they

buy a coupe outright, I'm not gonna lease
Off my shoes when I'm driving I can't let 'em crease
And if Wray is my uncle, your deffo his niece
And I call

sesame
Nowadays I'm cooking up with no recipe
I'm cooking up but not taking 'bout food
Don't lie to my face hoe, I'm not in the mood
I know your desires

it is, we'll pull up kill your dad Double SG rank one taliban
All of these choppers from Afghanistan
How much you spent on them shoes? Bout a band How

Everything I really do is for you
I know what it's like in your shoes
Finding yourself and just feeling confused
Asking, "Do they really love me?"
I could name

a blender
I cut through the soul not leaving a splinter
Your heart is a bone, de-shell the marrow
I'm tilling the soil of soul
I till it by hand, but I may

on the sidelines
Hitting three ply rhymes, yeah
One sheet does plenty
I'm wiping up your tears cause my heart is empty
Trade them in for fears of the card that you

check the time
Things will be fine soon you will see
I've been in your shoes so just take it from me, yeah

I don't really play but i'm in the game
I'm in

how
I'm feeling man how I'm feeling

I touch down, look at my phone
Aldospirone, what you hidin' by?
I'm speed racing down Adda drive
Some' in my phone,

Older brother one of my best friends
The near future, might buy him a Benz
Get along real well like a chain link fence
Playin Halo 3, he is the best

cool)
Paid my dues did my time back in High School 
(High school)
Little bigger now, game figured out, quick to pull it out 
Akinyele 'Put it in Your

your head next time you try to throw me off my game,
ccting like you cool with me you aint down with me mayne,
I just saw yo punk ass cut eyes throw salt

on my tongue
Is it too late
For absolution
Will you receive
Your prodigal son

So caught between
The Book and the bottle
A swinging door
Or a promise

would never show, you never come to take us
My sister's grew up, stopped waiting by the window
But I remember saying I will never be the son who gave up
I

am I doing what I'm doing? Not "what" but "why" is crucial here.
Time to step into my audience's shoes. Who are these people? Why are they going

Put the beat right on you
Never trust a bitch, anything to do with love is rare
Keep your circle small all the realest gon' rare
Fake it til you make