In My Shoes
No way hozay
(C'mon man its just the chronic don't even worry about it)
You can't understand my pain til you know what i been through
Muddy waters all in that rain you can't walk a mile in my shoes
You can't drive the cars I drive, you can't shoot the guns I shoot
You can't live the life I live, you can't do the shit that I do
If you had to fight these demons bitch I swear to god you'll lose
I aint have no choice to live like this, this life I couldn't chose
Thats why I'm riding around with this tool, might put you on the news
But I got a lot to lose and I aint got shit to prove
Thats why every morning when I wake up way before I brush my teeth
Before I even eat I be out here crunching weed
Cuz bitch I been grinding all week, I aint even get no sleep
I been bussing down the p's, I been selling these oz's
And I know a nigga aint living right every night I'm on my knees
Praying to god he protect me while I'm in these streets
Cuz I'm only tryna eat, while I'm clutching on this heat
Leave a pussy boy deceased if he thinking this shit sweet
Ima crack his head
Ima leave him in the red, Ima hit his shit, swerve off, you don't know what I did
I done did hella shit, Iwas really in the mix really in the field
But this shit gotta end, I cant do this shit again
Half my nigga dead other half in the feds, got me fucked up in the head
You can't understand my pain til you know what i been through
Muddy waters all in that rain you can't walk a mile in my shoes
You can't drive the cars I drive, you can't shoot the guns I shoot
You can't live the life I live, you can't do the shit that I do
If you had to fight these demons bitch I swear to god you'll lose
I aint have no choice to live like this, this life I couldn't chose
Thats why I'm riding around with this tool, might put you on the news
But I got a lot to lose and I aint got shit to prove
Bitch I got a lot to lose
And I aint got shit to prove
This blick I keep it on my hip might put that shit on you
Might throw a slug at you, bitch this aint no 22
I been bippin, became a boss before the age 22
Tryna get a w, bip out that Bmw
All the money that I fucked up I could've bought 100 coupes
And that bitch aint got no roof, fuck just living comfortable
And this life is chess not checkers so watch how you make them moves
I was trapping out the 7, blicky hanging out the 7's
Used to have the smith and wessin now i got the mac 11
Let a nigga run up ima send his ass to heaven
Im tryna count a blessing bitch I'm tired of fucking stressing
(C'mon man its just the chronic don't even worry about it)
You can't understand my pain til you know what i been through
Muddy waters all in that rain you can't walk a mile in my shoes
You can't drive the cars I drive, you can't shoot the guns I shoot
You can't live the life I live, you can't do the shit that I do
If you had to fight these demons bitch I swear to god you'll lose
I aint have no choice to live like this, this life I couldn't chose
Thats why I'm riding around with this tool, might put you on the news
But I got a lot to lose and I aint got shit to prove
Thats why every morning when I wake up way before I brush my teeth
Before I even eat I be out here crunching weed
Cuz bitch I been grinding all week, I aint even get no sleep
I been bussing down the p's, I been selling these oz's
And I know a nigga aint living right every night I'm on my knees
Praying to god he protect me while I'm in these streets
Cuz I'm only tryna eat, while I'm clutching on this heat
Leave a pussy boy deceased if he thinking this shit sweet
Ima crack his head
Ima leave him in the red, Ima hit his shit, swerve off, you don't know what I did
I done did hella shit, Iwas really in the mix really in the field
But this shit gotta end, I cant do this shit again
Half my nigga dead other half in the feds, got me fucked up in the head
You can't understand my pain til you know what i been through
Muddy waters all in that rain you can't walk a mile in my shoes
You can't drive the cars I drive, you can't shoot the guns I shoot
You can't live the life I live, you can't do the shit that I do
If you had to fight these demons bitch I swear to god you'll lose
I aint have no choice to live like this, this life I couldn't chose
Thats why I'm riding around with this tool, might put you on the news
But I got a lot to lose and I aint got shit to prove
Bitch I got a lot to lose
And I aint got shit to prove
This blick I keep it on my hip might put that shit on you
Might throw a slug at you, bitch this aint no 22
I been bippin, became a boss before the age 22
Tryna get a w, bip out that Bmw
All the money that I fucked up I could've bought 100 coupes
And that bitch aint got no roof, fuck just living comfortable
And this life is chess not checkers so watch how you make them moves
I was trapping out the 7, blicky hanging out the 7's
Used to have the smith and wessin now i got the mac 11
Let a nigga run up ima send his ass to heaven
Im tryna count a blessing bitch I'm tired of fucking stressing
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Writer(s): Keon Paige
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