Chords for Que 9 "Can't Walk In My Shoes" Official Video

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Ab

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He started his own label, why people keep [Cm] dissing him?
He on TV, [Eb] he [Cm] got another chain
He on BET, [Eb] MTV, Revolt, is Dem [Cm] Balenciagas?
Hey, niggas call, I got my shows
Shit I been stuck in two blows, ain't pointing no fingers, they want me to lose
If it get too hot I might take off the roof, action I kick it, I come from the moon
Talkin' to the label, do some, I'm making my decisions soon
If it ain't too common then no I won't [Gm] move
[Cm] I'm back in my bag, I got these niggas mad at me, can I [Eb] keep up, it's a tragedy
[Cm] I'm not with the label, quit asking me, I'm my own CEO, they ain't cashing me
I just put a 10 in a mirror, Eugene, so honey my bitch I'ma flee the scene
I don't see no one who can pay for me, all of these niggas be cow, they just make believe
You just spent 10,000 [Eb] on some song, right?
[Cm] I'm only 16 but I spent 10 of them getting, they can't have all the numbers but it's not comparing
I put it on, I walk in and they staring, I don't need a loan when I spend, I ain't caring
T-shirts 200 and my shoes be 8, real box feel 100 since I was like 8
I work real hard or I throw on some big, Paul make do some, brother the block out of shape
Been stuck at my pimp, that's why I'm out the way, I'm on some bracket you a minimal way
Numbers on the high, just 300k, it's really my time, tired of playing games
Back in my motherfucking bag again, I'm a big loner, I don't want no friends
And it's a custom, orderly, you in the wind, knew I was gonna take over when I was a kid
You [Eb] all are doing too [Cm] much, why you acting like that, no, [Ab] we not even doing much
And [Cm] niggas come walking my shows, since the shit I been throwing through blues
Ain't pointing no fingers, they want me to lose, if it get too hot I might take off the roof
Action I can't hear, I come from the moon, talking to the [Gm] labels, who's on the phone
I'm [Cm] making my decisions so, if it ain't three commas then no I want more
I'm back in my bag, I got these niggas [F] mad at me, they cannot keep up, it's a tragedy
[Cm] I'm not with the label, quit asking me, I'm a OCDO, they ain't catching me
I just put a pen in a Mary Jane, so honey my damn time I'ma flee the scene
I don't see no one who can bitch with me, all of these niggas be cow, they just make believe
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Cm
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Eb
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He started his own label, why people keep [Cm] dissing him?
He on TV, [Eb] he [Cm] got another chain
He on BET, [Eb] MTV, Revolt, is Dem [Cm] Balenciagas?
_ _ Hey, niggas call, I got my shows
Shit I been stuck in two blows, ain't pointing no fingers, they want me to lose
If it get too hot I might take off the roof, action I kick it, I come from the moon
Talkin' to the label, do some, I'm making my decisions soon
If it ain't too common then no I won't [Gm] move
[Cm] I'm back in my bag, I got these niggas mad at me, can I [Eb] keep up, it's a tragedy
[Cm] I'm not with the label, quit asking me, I'm my own CEO, they ain't cashing me
I just put a 10 in a mirror, Eugene, so honey my bitch I'ma flee the scene
I don't see no one who can pay for me, all of these niggas be cow, they just make believe
You _ _ _ _ _ just spent 10,000 [Eb] on some song, right?
[Cm] I'm only 16 but I spent 10 of them getting, they can't have all the numbers but it's not comparing
I put it on, I walk in and they staring, I don't need a loan when I spend, I ain't caring
T-shirts 200 and my shoes be 8, real box feel 100 since I was like 8
I work real hard or I throw on some big, Paul make do some, brother the block out of shape
Been stuck at my pimp, that's why I'm out the way, I'm on some bracket you a minimal way
Numbers on the high, just 300k, it's really my time, tired of playing games
Back in my motherfucking bag again, I'm a big loner, I don't want no friends
And it's a custom, orderly, you in the wind, knew I was gonna take over when I was a kid _
You [Eb] all are doing too [Cm] much, why you acting like that, no, [Ab] we not even doing much
And [Cm] niggas come walking my shows, since the shit I been throwing through blues
Ain't pointing no fingers, they want me to lose, if it get too hot I might take off the roof
Action I can't hear, I come from the moon, talking to the [Gm] labels, who's on the phone
I'm [Cm] making my decisions so, if it ain't three commas then no I want more
I'm back in my bag, I got these niggas [F] mad at me, they cannot keep up, it's a tragedy
[Cm] I'm not with the label, quit asking me, I'm a OCDO, they ain't catching me
I just put a pen in a Mary Jane, so honey my damn time I'ma flee the scene
I don't see no one who can bitch with me, all of these niggas be cow, they just make believe
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