And the Nike's on my feet, keep my sight fuckin' bleep And the Nike's on my feet, keep my sight fuckin' bleep Lace em up, lace em up, lace em up, lace em Blue suede shoes stay crispy like bacon Nike's on my feet, make my sight fuckin' bleep I stay shinin' like the lights on the street in the night Rivas take me shoppin' when I'm up in New York Hit the shoe store, go and cop a few more You at the mall gettin' dinner at the food court I'm in L.A., eatin' 22 course Young boss bitch, paper in my pockets I got a closet filled with shoe boxes Mom said my spendin' habit a little bit obnoxious But Apollo stayed fresh up in his cockpit Used to rock hand-me-downs, now I buy some clothes, wear em out Hit the club, bitches pull they cameras out Livin' in a dream, they beginnin' to believe My hotel smell like cigarettes and weed ***, with what I'm spittin', they should give me a degree Good liquor, what I'm sippin' isn't cheap Finna blow, don't snooze, don't sleep All I really need is some shoes on my feet And the Nike's on my feet, keep my sight fuckin' bleep And the Nike's on my feet, keep my sight fuckin' bleep We just motherfuckin' I make em so mad, they got no swag Peppins on my feet, they the throwbacks Look, my money good, but these hoes bad So they stay attached to my gonads Wakin' up to a few L's Open up my closet to that new shoe smell I guess I'm doin' well Smokin' all the weed that I used to sell But once my album goes in the shelves It's goin' next, tell how it's finna sell For now, we're sellin' tapes out my shoe box Any spot, just set up my shop You mad that your girl always says that I'm hot She buy my t-shirts, but she spendin' your guap Say what up if you've seen me around Nike and separate my feet from the ground, it's just And the Nike's on my feet, keep my sight fuckin' bleep And the Nike's on my feet, keep my sight fuckin' bleep