Walk A Mile Lyrics

Is you gon' play yo role and hold it down, how you supposed to

All this water on me, damn near drowned in the ocean

I know my niggas proud, watching from the clouds, I got motion now

Lil bitch call me by my government, she think she know me now

If I get locked up is you gon' stick around and hold it down

I done ran this pape up to the ceiling, I ain't running out

Bitch, I do this shit just for the trenches

Like, motherfuck some clout, Lil' bitch so thick hit from the back I had to slut her out

Turned your back now you can't come around, can't get close to me

If the police ever sit me down

I don't know nothing

Brodie pulled up with another pound

I told him, smoke some

In these shoes, you can't walk A mile, these some dope runners

Turned my hustle up I got a bag and I can show some

Fuckin' with the boss, play your position, might promote some

Ain't no referee, I earned my stripes, bitch I can coach the youngins

Niggas in they feelings broke

As fuck, they need to hold a hundred

Bitch, I did this shit all by myself, don't own no nigga pape

Somewhere by the lake, I'm eating steak, shit got me feelin' great

Take your lil' bitch and fuck her face, that bitch ain't get no date

Lil' nigga, I got motion, I had to shift my weight

Saw my brother cryin', young as fuck, I told him, fix his face

I ain't even trip, they always told me I'll be rich one day

Lil nigga, I be talkin' money, laughin' to the bank

Bae I'm sorry for the inconvenience, I was sipping drink

Poison ivy, trigger finger itching, when I grip the Drake

Young nigga, runnin' through these grams I'm at a different pace

Gave the lil' bitch, a couple blues she said her period late

Baby know I bring that chicken home like it's a dinner date

Lil' bitch in her feelings, I ain't hit it that shit stank

I be smokin' on exotic know my lungs be full of dank

Them wild niggas biggest sharks, you can't put us in no tank

Every fiend, not a J, I got spinners in L.A

Every fiend not a hard head I know some like it soft

I know some like it raw, see me, I got it all

My cousin on them percocets, pop them like they Tylonel

Every night I pray for him, I know he ain't got it all

Used to be up in the kitchen, tryna make it lock

Tryna make it off this music, makin' all the hip and hop

Makin' all this R&B, still a trap

Nigga, I got grams for the cheap

Hit a phone, baby, I got what you need

Turned your back, now you can't come around, can't get close to me

If the police ever sit me down

I don't know nothing

Brodie pulled up with another pound, I told him smoke some

In these shoes, you can't walk a mile, these some dope runners