Lyrics My Shoes - J. Lewis
This
is
a
Broadway
junction
bound
J
local
train
The
next
stop
is
Broadway
junction
Stand
clear
of
the
closing
doors
please
Come
on
Visioned
this
shit
now
we
living
it
Who
woulda
thought
it
Coming
out
the
environment
we
was
living
in
But
back
then
much
different
I
couldn't
call
it
J
train
from
Cleveland
I
hit
the
junction
Cross
the
turnstile
I
hopped
it
It
was
nothing
Another
day,
another
bitch
I'm
probably
plugging
Downtown
Brooklyn
bound
where
I
get
the
shopping
A
train
school
kids
love
to
get
it
popping
Utica,
Nostrand,
Schermerhorn
J
street
feel
free
to
sell
anything
In
these
skreets
watch
for
d's
they
wear
anything
Watch
these
hoes,
don't
beat
em
they
say
anything
Young
fly
money
You
can
call
it
chicken
wings
What
you
don't
see
I'm
use
to
not
having
anything
One
pops
one
moms
one
brother
One
roof
one
bed
three
covers
Fuck
the
arithmetic
I'm
lucky
my
skin
was
thick
Under
the
table
next
to
the
mouse
traps
in
the
kitchen
Is
where
I
slept
no
bed
still
I
rest
my
head
My
mom
said
pray
to
god
She
blessed
my
head
Few
my
niggas
lost
their
minds
caught
it
in
the
head
Now
before
I
sip
toss
up
a
bit
cause
I
respect
the
dead
Now
uh
days
press
buttons
and
my
doors
pop
Gliding
on
these
niggas
wit
my
air-shocks
Sipping
whiskey
in
my
sierra
series
Phonetic,
my
military
niggas
hear
me
Wide
body
when
I'm
up
in
Harlem
One-eleven
when
I
double
park
her
No
li
Can't
fuck
wit
baby
mamas
Sierra
shines
brighter
when
I'm
with
my
daughter
Check
emails
now
I'm
getting
offers
Chevo
on
my
back
did
it
with
no
sponsors
Nigga
check
the
road
map
might
uh
left
a
trail
I'm
feeling
myself
bae
can
you
tell
See
me
in
pictures
European
whipping
European
woman
absinthe
sipping
Now
uh
days
I
pay
attention
who's
around
my
children
Niggas
out
here
weird
so
I'm
moving
different
It
all
started
with
One
pops
one
moms
one
brother
One
roof
one
bed
three
covers
Fuck
the
arithmetic
I'm
lucky
my
skin
was
thick
Under
the
table
next
to
the
mouse
traps
in
the
kitchen
Is
where
I
slept
no
bed
still
I
rest
my
head
My
mom
said
pray
to
god
She
blessed
my
head
Few
my
niggas
lost
their
minds
caught
it
in
the
head
Now
before
I
sip
toss
up
a
bit
cause
I
respect
the
dead
Respect
the
dead
Before
I
sip
Toss
up
a
bit
Yo
lighters
up
for
everybody
we
lost
Through
these
difficult
times
And
also
everybody
doing
hard
time
Yo
Sammy
kola
we
gon
see
you
soon
homie
You
gon
be
home
Yea
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