DJ Whoo Kid - Walk in My Shoes feat. Young Brodee & Rimpau lyrics

[Intro: ] (Grand Hustle...The economy, the economy, the economy, the economy...) [Hook: Nipsey Hussle] Come take a walk in my shoes Just some young n***as makin' millionare moves Everything to gain we ain't got nothin' to lose If you tryna get money n***a this is what ya do Gotta hustle gotta grind yea (this is what ya do) Gotta hustle gotta grind yea (this is what ya do) Gotta hustle gotta grind yup (this is what ya do) If you tryna get money n***a this is what ya do look [Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle] Wake up early in the morning on me Go to sleep by myself and I ain't lonely homie I'm a boss and I need space to calculate my plans Ain't got no time for silly b**hes that don't understand Hit the Gucci store, spend a couple racks Memories in case I catch a case and don't come back Real n***as always take it, we don't ever ask And live it up when we get it, cause it never last Street life is like sand in the hour gla** And we is not the n***as watching hours pa** Road to riches 500 horse power fast V-12 visions young n***a never fount in cla** Pull up on the block and I'll be front and center Unless of course a n***a gone until November Gettin' money that's the only thing on my agenda Now put your foot up in my shoe if you think I'm pretendin' [Hook: Nipsey Hussle] Come take a walk in my shoes Just some young n***as makin' millionare moves Everything to gain we ain't got nothin' to lose If you tryna get money n***a this is what ya do Gotta hustle gotta grind yea (this is what ya do) Gotta hustle gotta grind yea (this is what ya do) Gotta hustle gotta grind yup (this is what ya do) If you tryna get money n***a this is what ya do look [Verse 2: Yung Brodee] Now comin' up in this world they said I couldn't be sh** Cause a copped a couple pills and I flipped a couple zips I'm rich of c**aine like I never touched a brick But why they gettin' mad at how I make my money flip Doin' outta town transactions, with my main man Hope to reach home by Mother's Day was the game plan When it's a drought down south you know how that go And the packs are ???? so it's movin' that slow I'm not one of them d-boys on the corna Instead I'm in the Bentley smoking on marijuana Money got me wit a bad case of insomnia Yea, so I can't sleep, don't grind, don't eat It's my motto, and that's what I follow And ain't nothin' wrong with gettin' the money pronto That's some advice for ya n***as that do not know And soaking up this game, ya see the guap grow [Hook: Nipsey Hussle] Come take a walk in my shoes Just some young n***as makin' millionare moves Everything to gain we ain't got nothin' to lose If you tryna get money n***a this is what ya do Gotta hustle gotta grind yea (this is what ya do) Gotta hustle gotta grind yea (this is what ya do) Gotta hustle gotta grind yup (this is what ya do) If you tryna get money n***a this is what ya do look [Verse 3: Rimpau] Stay down city, yea You gotta stay off in the trap till a n***a make a k**in' It don't matter what he dealin' Cause the money spend the same Once it all stack up, then ask me how I'm feelin' Addin' up expenses, a luxury tax A 40 inch gold chain and some brand new demin You don't see how he do, starin' in my rearview Speedin' in the lane, tryna feel what the gears do Take a walk in my 10.5's And you'll see what he did just to get at the cash Real n***as take risks just to fill up rubber bands With them big face Benjamins, you don't know the half, and We don't ever ask, we just go hard and smash Stay in love with lifestyle, it's far from a fad And I'm far from a cla**, but I'm still doin' math n***a I'm rich and infamous, don't care what the judge figures