When i run b-town i got size 11's on my feet
Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet
Land of the rich on one dice roll,
18 year sentence with no parole
I was born to do the damn thing
I got out of bed, right in the morning
If police sight at me i got hermes on my feet
We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat
Hop out the back my feet will migrate
If i die before i wake
Yeah, look here i pay dues
Like the swoosh on my shoes
Got my sneakers on my shoes strapped to my feat
But hey yo look, money from across the street
Walking down the street i got jays on my feet nigga
And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era
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