No Shoes On the Rug, Leave Them At the Door IDK

[Intro]
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You know no evil, no flaws
Your evil on pause, my evil don't go, go, go
I leave my shoes at the door
No mud on the floor unless my mama ain't home, home, home
I clean after myself when I flaw, I leave no messes at all
I hope she don't leave her keys on the shelf
And come back to see the mess on her floor
And see my shoes on her rug when they should be at the door, door, door

[Verse 1]
I was supposed to be a doctor or somethin'
Honor roll like my auntie and cousins
But instead, I was a robber or somethin'
'Til they caught me red-handed like my arm in the oven
"Goddamn, Jay, do you do anything right?"
"Goddamn, Jay, you could barely read or write"
"Goddamn, Jay, you never ever get good grades"
"Goddamn, Jay, you could barely pass fifth grade"
That's what my mama would say and it would eat at my mind
I used to think all the time, "If I could be a good boy
She'd probably love me a lot," the only time I felt loved
Was when I went down the block, across the street from the house
Just down the street from the shop, that's where the bad boys hung
Your mama said, "Don't go," but I would go anyway
That's where I felt at home (Felt at home, felt at home, felt at home)
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