G845 - Fit in My Shoes Lyrics

I was told to never give up
Nigga get up
Hold your head up
Stack your bread up

Do what you gotta do
Born in 92
Young nigga sick like the flu

Feeling like I'm playing chess
Playing, Gotta make a move
Nah
I don't get enough rest
All I know is show and prove
I'm in the end zone niggas couldn't fit in my shoes

I'm just getting started
Me and the beat came together call it Russ and James harden

I all I know is hustling and stacking bread
I don't get enough sleep to make my bed
I don't need handouts I'm into breaking bread
Thoughts tofargone my dreams to far ahead (Yeah)
Im rolling a selfie that's a blunt to the head (Yeah)
I'm still focused you know this
Feeling as if I'll never f*cking fold shit

I'm really nice with the flow
Gotta put on a show
Make it known
I evolved I've grown
I want my name set in stone
The main thing you search in your phone
My potential is limitless
We ain't on the timid shit
The vibe you can feel that shit (Yeah)

Too many scars you can't heal
Building blocks of life time to build
I'm rhyming that real
Play your part you know the deal
The flow give you the chills

Liquor spills for my niggas who have fallen
Just for you imma keep f*cking ballin
I want it all you gonna see me world touring
Take two hits see me in the morning
I said I'm woke and you just yawning
The money came back as if it's respawning
Just happy to be alive every morning
Babygirl she foreign
But she from around these parts
I know sometimes shit get dark
But I'll be your light I'll be the spark
Just the two of us I ain't talking noes ark

If you left me I'd be torn apart
My gas to my car before the start
You seem to remember everything when we argue oh you smart
On point like a dart (Yeah)

But you Seam to go off track or off corse
Just attention acts of corse
Are you serious? I'm asking of corse
I'm sick of the back and the forth (Nah)

I make you laugh I got the sauce
Niggas in your past just took a loss
Look at me I'm the captain I'm the boss
I don't even need to flex or floss
Only want checks involved
Smoking papers I want the raw
Kobe in the 4th give me the ball
Finish the game and I'm off
Boding this lane
On fire call it propane
Lit it I'm getting higher
Shitting on you niggas I feel lighter

I was told to never give up
Nigga get up
Hold your head up
Stack your bread up

Do what you gotta do
Born in 92
Young nigga sick like the flu
Feeling like I'm playing chess
Playing, Gotta make a move
I don't get enough rest
All I know is show and prove
I'm in the end zone niggas couldn't fit in my shoes
You couldn't fit in my shoes
You couldn't fit in my shoes
You couldn't fit in my shoes
Nah
Nah
Nah
Nah
You couldn't fit in my shoes
You couldn't fit in my shoes
Yeah