Walk In My Shoes - Berner, Kokane

So many years in the dope game pushin' big weight

Gettin' to the cheese

Ooh wee wee

All you copycat killas can’t compare to a villain like me

'Cause I feed these streets with my ring

Neva, neva let your livin' go sky

Too many foes on the

And never, never claim somethin' that’s not yours

Fuck around and get popped

I woke up in the mornin' and broke a zip down

Pre-rolls for the day, pulled the whips out

Both phones ringin', Facetime audio

I’m choppin' up game, we control where the (?) go

Go to the stash house to pull some cash out

Ray Ray’s on the couch still passed out

Lookin' through the cabinets, we outta vac' bags

I need a few more rolls, where they grab that?

Lil' Ray Ray woke up.

he said, «hit Stonestown»

Hit my watch on the counter, knocked a stone out

And now I’m grumpy as hell

I hopped in his Porsche truck

I shoulda known by the smell that we were dirty

But I’m really in a hurry

The spot close at five, I need to send a buck thirty (about thirty grand)

We should have never took Lincoln

I’m stuck up in traffic, seen an unmarked creepin' (shit)

Here go the lights for no reason

Ray ain’t speakin', I can tell what he thinkin' (shhh!)

Man, don’t say nada

I seen a duffel bag in the back by the

How’s it goin'?

It smells like weed

Wait, aren’t you the rapper with the store in Geneva?

(yeah, that’s me)

I could tell he’s a fan but the other cop approached, he said, «show me your hands!»

(hey, chill out, bro)

Look guys, I got a show at nine

He said this ain’t about you, we wanna talk to the driver

He looked at Ray, stop wastin' my time

'Cause the homie left your house, he was wearin' a wire

Dead silence, Ray started laughin' (why you laughin', dawg?)

He opened up the door and went for the package

Grabbed the duffel, all they found was some Polo

They mad, the fan boy asked for a photo

Four o’clock when we got the spot

The thot flaked on me, had to send my own box (I hate that shit)

I started fillin' out the slip then the dude behind the counter asked Bern' for

a pic

Now I know I can’t trust him

It’s four-fifteen, I need to set down somethin'

Look, cousin, I appreciate the love

I’ll be right back, I left somethin' in my truck

Fuck

(The daily struggles of the dope game)

(Go ahead and holla at him, Kokane)

(The daily struggles of the dope game)

(Go ahead and holla at him, Kokane)

You could never walk in my shoes

You could never walk in my shoes

You could never walk in my shoes

You could never walk in my shoes

Why they hatin' on me?

(yeah)

So many years in the dope game pushin' big weight

Gettin' to the cheese

Ooh wee wee

All you copycat killas can’t compare to a villain like me

'Cause I feed these streets with my ring

Neva, neva let your livin' go sky

Too many foes on the

And never, never claim somethin' that’s not yours

Fuck around and get popped

They wanna walk in my shoes

I swear to God they wanna walk in my shoes

They wanna walk in my shoes

I swear to God they wanna walk in my shoes

They wanna walk in my shoes

I swear to God they wanna walk in my shoes

They wanna walk in my shoes

I swear to God they wanna walk in my shoes