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comptonasstg – in my shoes lyrics

[verse 1: compton-sstg]

i called my momma last night and said we finna be straight
she said i told you when you was young you was finna be great
all them trials and tribulations, even losin’ a case
cause the man up above, he can’t make no mistakes
remember sleepin’ in my whip for like 2 months straight
my b-tch left me for the homie, in a whole other state
the nights really got lonely in that ’01 lincoln
you thinkin’ that this came easy what the f-ck is you thinkin’
while everybody havin’ fun, i’m collectin’ funds on the weekend
the judge raised my bail up, bounty hunters poppin’ up while i’m sleepin’
i don’t do nothin’ for no reason, i’m jeopardizin’ my freedom
just to be free, that sh-t be seemin’ crazy to me
but you tend to take sh-t differently when you raised in the street
is you my dog or are you in compet-tion with me
i spit the real, the real reason n-gg-s listen to me
i spit the real, the real reason n-gg-s listen to me

[chorus: ray vaughn]
stayed solid every situation i been through, i been through
so you could never walk a mile in my shoes, in my shoes
kept it solid with all the sh-t i been through
so you could never walk a mile in my shoes, in my shoes

[verse 2: compton-sstg]

please lord forgive ’em, cause they know not what they do that ak-47
but i’m only 22, remember all that sh-t i did and all that sh-t i been through
that sh-t just made me who i am, honestly it made me a better man
they was prayin’ on my downfall when i was locked up in that jam
but i got out and doubled back, cause you can’t stop gods plan
stayin’ out you n-gg-s way, stackin’ this dough fast as i can
soon as i touch it, seem like it’s gone before it touch my hand
them lil n-gg-s greedy on my side think he a fan for a couple bands
taxin’, har-ssin’ pimps like i f-ck with uncle sam
my only wish when i’m slidin’ is that this gun don’t jam
my only wish when i’m slidin’ is that this gun don’t jam
hollow points knock the horse off his polo man
welcome to the mind of a maniac, the johnny’s found it on me
couldn’t afford to keep it in the stash
on the seventeen, doin’ the dash with it on my lap
the homie want some bands for the choppa with the shoulda’ strap
ever seen a mop stick stocked with a hunnit’ pack
n-gg-s on a dead end, trippin’ in the cul-de-sac
talkin’ out his neck, i leave him slumped, n-gg- folded back

[outro: compton-sstg]

my daddy wasn’t sh-t, as a child i had to take that
trials and tribulations got real i had to face that
but my loyalty was stuck with me i couldn’t break that
cake on me like my birthday i had to make that
my daddy wasn’t sh-t, as a child i had to take that
trials and tribulations got real i had to face that
but my loyalty was stuck with me i couldn’t break that
cake on me like my birthday i had to make that

- comptonasstg lyrics

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