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[Verse 1:] |
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Yeah, I walk through hell in my Adidas bitch |
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Inhaling reefer and picking the scabs that life will leave you with |
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Eastside till my soul decide to leave this bitch |
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Got snake skin on my shell toes |
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These kicks will probably make PETA sick |
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I zone out to the 808 |
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In the old school I let the speakers hit |
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My Jeremy Scott's got wings on them |
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I can levitate in these sneakers bitch |
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This color scheme is so fresh and clean |
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Pussy nigga you ain't got these |
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Got the Michael Jackson with the straps on 'em |
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I can moonwalk Billie Jean (hee) |
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Sip promethazine in a limousine |
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Top ten's they winter green |
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I'll stomp a hater in 3 stripes |
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And get blood stains on my denim jeans |
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Lace them up and then scrap in them |
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Dope boys they trap in them |
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Jam Master Jay he scratched in them |
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Run DMC rapped in them (Run!) |
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B-Boys they pop locked |
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Tear subways in the South Bronx |
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Made Hip-Hop in these sneakers |
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Running through project halls when the cops come |
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Ghetto kids with dreams |
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Trying to live life and don't know the outcome |
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It's history in these sneakers bitch |
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I had to shout them out on the album |
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Cause they |
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[Hook] |
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Dope boy fresh |
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Open casket clean |
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Rick James faded |
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Smoking gasoline |
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Eastside till I die |
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3 stripes on my sneakers |
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Bitch I'm in my zone |
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Flexing hard on these hoes |
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In my Adidas |
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[Verse 2:] |
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Rest in peace to the MCA's |
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A-d-i-d-a-s |
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I'm so fresh to death, throw me in the crematory |
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I was on the shit so prematurely |
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As an adolescent, pubescent teen |
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Outfit was on guillotine |
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And my shoe game was open casket clean |
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I'm a sneaker addict and I need a fix |
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Polo with these Stan Smiths |
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West Memphis shit with these high tops |
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Paid a grip for these damn kicks |
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It's art on my feet bitch |
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Like Warhol on a canvas |
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My girl say I need help |
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I got a sick fetish for this brand bitch |
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My homeboy went to jail in them |
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Next day he made bail in them |
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Got a pair of 'das so damn cold |
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With the leopard print and the tail in them |
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Get pissed off when I scuff them up |
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I toss them out when I fuck them up |
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Get a fresh pair the next day |
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With 4 straps they buckle up |
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This the brand that I represent |
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Put that on a testament |
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This Eastside these 3 stripes |
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I step out so elegant |
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Made Hip-Hop in these sneakers |
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For that I pledge my allegiance |
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It's me against the world |
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Middle finger to my foes in my Adidas |
