Walking down the street i got jays on my feet nigga
My t-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla
But hey yo look, money from across the street
Thank my self and floyd, for standing on my feet
From the back seat, back seat
These chains wrapped around my feet,
Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend
I look down on my feet and i can only really blink
My body heavy i feel weak, feet thudding on the street
My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet
I’m way harder than the concrete
Got the new retros on my feet
Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats
Got the vans on, plaid shirt and some skinny jeans,
When i run b-town i got size 11's on my feet
Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet
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