COSA - CANT WALK IN MY SHOES (feat. Ronndo) Lyrics

Mmm mmm mmm
Give me your shoulder to lean on, and I'ma f*ckin' dream on
Best to believe that this my theme song, so, yeah
Yeah, okay
He's one of the best scientific minds we have today

Read your ass just like a book, nigga, you shook
Comin' through like a crook, that shit was took, yeah
I'm the type of nigga that's gon' always slide
When I pop out, you gon' hide
Yeah, y'all niggas ain't ready to ride
Yeah, y'all niggas ain't ready to die
Me and my dawgs, you know we stay fly
Look in my eyes and tell me that you were surprised that you couldn't handle the guy

Yeah, baby girl, bye
Too damn amazing to always be runnin' in place an
Shit that I'm smokin' on whiter than all these Caucasians

Got a bad habit of chasin' a rabbit
I'm thinkin' about gettin' my own hat
F*ck around and give you the wrong
Yo niggas is strong, but they gon' lack
Clean up the city, my mask on
They probably thinkin' I'm a damn bat, but you'll never ever find out
Cause when the signal on, I glide out

Yeah, yeah
Signal come on, I'ma glide out, nigga
First black Batman
Rich, rich black Batman, nigga
Write a comic about me
(Boy, I'm savin dis f*ckin' city)

Everybody wanna talk, but nobody wanna walk the walk
So I just laugh, cause I remember all the trials I went through just to get here
Your daddy couldn't walk in these shoes
Everybody wanna talk, but nobody wanna walk the walk
So I just laugh, cause I remember all the trials I went through just to get here
Your daddy couldn't walk in these shoes

Your pops can't walk in my shoes
My opps can't even talk how I do
I'm flyer than a cockatoo
When I walk in a room, all eyes on me, I assume
So I continue just to stunt how I want on you fools

I cut the conversation quick
You ain't tryna help my pockets
Coincidence how Takeoff died in Houston
They call him a rocket
All these niggas burgers, I'm a king
And we ain't talkin' whoppers
My partner doin' 20 for a jug
Damn, I should've stopped him

Ain't in competition with my girl, but she be tryna top me
I been on that road for some years
I got tired of walkin
Up and down Memorial Drive, yeah
I used to do that often
That shit turned me to a big dog
You should check my paw prints

I tried every day after school
So when you find me, I'm too focused and I'm stuck in da stu
All that conversations that I had with God, it helped me get through
Like I was a big nigga walkin' through
You just gotta scoop

They sayin' Rondo, you gotta blow
Just like I played the flute
Yeah, they call me Rondo in these streets, but I barely hoop
Before your new people comin' in
You gotta pay your dues
We done had the apartments turned up and made the neighbors move
Go to my block and ask about Ace and Mitch
Or ask about PaidnFull
Or even Swag Kings
I was the shit before middle school
Life ain't checkers, man
It's more like chess
You better play it smooth
You don't get no reset
Win or lose, you better choose
You better choose
For real, for real

Let's go
Yeah
Let's go
Yeah

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