Jet 2 Shoemaker
[Hook]
Said we all in the circle, I'm shoemaker
Way too loose to chase ya..way too tied to lace ya
Stuck to choosin' paper like eenie meenie mynie moe
Said we all in the circle, I'm shoemaker
Better freeze 'fo (before) you get tagged like tasers
'Cuz we are what our mind made us
Bet I catch that tiger by it's toe
[Verse 1]
Young toy soldier can't push this boy over
A kid of my caliber won't break; Toyotas
I hold on to the green like a lil' toy Yoda
All up in ya drink like boba, this is Pinkberry
If my city was built on top of pyramids would it be a
Eye on top that sees that I'm a lyricist would it see a
Kid that was hurt, which I used to be
Couldn't get the girls,
But... now they're all crazy in the mood for me
It's my world inside the body that I'm livin' in
If you the shit, you sittin' in the potty that I'm
shittin in
Picture it then flikr it, then red twister it, licorice
Women that turned me down get hit with the rocket like
a missile hit
People that said I couldn't get it, give it
Victory inside of the society that we live in
I love naked women, so let's redifine sinnin'
The graph is automatic, so it'll be like I'm signin' it
No time limit for my flyness'..
Flying to the terminal...
They just fed me lies, I find the answers inside of him
Pineapple express around the homies, maybe I H.O.C.
Then put all of my negative thoughts on an island
I..figure it's a miracle how I make these syllables
Turn into a philosophical musical view for you...
I make my dreams come true when I'm bored,
Nigga this is life now...not what you used to do
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Live and live is a double standard
I'll be live while I'm livin' and the
Crew I grew up with gon' have millions in duffle bags
And bank accounts...Chase with it in great amounts
And rubber bands...
Zeros that say infinity way too much that we can't take
em out
Uhh..What yo life bout, I play around
Oh Jesus thank you, I'll be stackin' bricks paper style
All courtesy of what the pain is now
So I ain't lettin' the struggle weigh me down
That's simply what made me bilau
Anger in my heart, I convert it to joy..
Bad pretty women, a perfect decoy...
Hit it, I'm a young Floyd...
Funny how I figured how to get it, though I'm timid...
I guess there's a soldier in this young boy
Called a grown man, own my own land called a runway
Bussin' on the models on it, you can call that gunplay
Everyday I see the sun, I just call it Sunday
Pretty women non-dress and...this is runday
[Hook 2x]
[Outro]
