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Born in the wrong shoes, I stay up for hours
Crying my eyes out, cause fuck I can't get by any longer
And these hands of mine, look nothing like his

the earth on its axis
And neva payin' no taxes man
Firm in my shoes where I stand
Or a stranger to this land
With my choice of words I gain respect

it down for 'em like After School
Since a little boy I was troublesome
Giving hard dick and bubblegum
You giving her problems, she stuck with them

last, late to class 
I just saw it as another option 
Never asked, break a glass, no forecast 
Could ever tell me what I need to mention
Big shoes

$pectro boutta be a fucking problem
So lets take a trip through the mind of a monster
Sleepy by me, we divide and conquer
Running from something, I dont

and dying by the gun the violence is beyond me
Wanna move away look out my window and see palm trees
Try to protect my people praying all these cops don't

falling
And I knew you was a problem, watch out!
Feeling like a million dollars
Don't you go and call me daddy
If you make me meet your father
Play it safe,

uncle especially he the one creating problems 
But fuck em Only feel for the ones that’s still be calling
We all been threw some shit matter fact some

by myself u a fool handy manny got a problem ill fix it wit a tool aint no nicotine when i say its smoke behind my jewels

we're put by the fatsos
Privileged to battles
Being won for them by scabs
To say our problems aren't bad
So I prayed to a higher power to alleviate

nothing by hold my tribe down
You sicken my blood, you blood hounds
What do you do when no one is around
I'm staking my money up from the ground
I take off

me cuz I know I'm good enough, yeah I know I'm good enough
Hey
Sometimes I'm overwhelmed by my complexities
Actions reckless, thoughts were restless

All I know it get money I'm the big homie I finessed my plug like the real Tony
Did it all by myself no one else getting money if I got to do it by

this bitch up by myself
I don't need you niggas
I don't need ya help
I remember I didn't have ah dollar
I ain't dumb with this shit
I ain't buying no

move
Check mate so i move
Check mate so i move

All by myself walking on the road
Caught up in my problems
The hood says kena le attitude
I be acting

some dreams, don't sleep on us
You can see our scenes the paintings by KayTesla
Kay and Pryo we wild we got the heat on us
With pen to the ceilin
We burn

The curtains climb to the ceiling, and the lights dim
All eyes on the miles of the shoes I tried to walk in
Maybe once too often, stalked by bitter

Nah they couldn't walk in my Nike shoes
They not me
C'est la vie
They don't want a problem
With the K-I-D
Merch it on my family
They ain't

the walk home
Tossing empty flowers at signs off road
Finally have a number I can call my own
Blame all my problems on my cellphone
Before it died it was

Everybody battle demons, this ain't only some Chris shit (It's not)
No need to bare knuckle by yourself, with the hand you was dealt
A grown man, hat in hand

who can see the problem around me
And no one is willing to fix it
It's because that mission I've been chosen to complete

can't let go 
Won't give an inch 
Still I got a mile 
To walk in these shoes 
Moving hands on the dial 
Watch time fly 
cnd see me soar 
To new livings

a king is what I embody
That separates me from everyone else
Ain't no introduction, known by everybody
This rapping shit really my hobby
I walk in

to simply dribble and chew it

Bite me, I'm figuratively chipping a tooth, their ain't no way you're filling my shoes.
I'm not permitting you to, you better