CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Nike Shoe Box 2.0
Yeah, on God
Alright, scrap, it's time to put some facts in it (Uh-huh)
My Nike shoe box kept a hundred racks in it (On God)
2010, pound-for-pound, I was the best boxer (On God)
The money kept my chest pokin' out like breast doctors (What?)
2XT Shaka (What?), d**ky shorts and high whites
Wild nights turned to highlights if she was my type
Grind right, I found me that guidance to keep my mind tight
Learned quick I can't get paper with ya 'less your vibe's right
Glide right, shoebox full of hundreds what my eyes like
And a thick thing, ponytail high, eyes light
Every day's a gamble, homeboy, what's your odds like?
Deal yourself a mill' and still not play your cards right
Real life, kept these bars tight, been the boss type
Word life, I can spot imposters, what yo' sauce like?
Stood tall and walk right through any situation
My squabble up is mean, bro, I done laid them demonstrations
Told them n***as pull up, I done sent them invitations
Willing to bet it's 'bout a broad any time a n***a hatin'
Poetic with these statements, tryin' to make real sh*t contagious
You get it bro? Don't blow it like that EDD in Vegas
I see y'all (Bruh), huh
f**kin' off that Nike shoebox bread
Huh
I see you, mami, giving out shoebox head
Can you play it louder? Turn it up
Got these motherf**kers sour, pour the Belve' in the cup
Jealous, they want the power, my cash and my gold
n***a, bow down when the king step on the court
I'm on a jet to LA, but I go all around the planet
My rhyme scheme's different, but you couldn't understand it
I'm riding with the hustlers, ballers, gangsters, cap peelers
Scammers, anything you want, dawg, I gotcha
She don't wanna pu**y pop? What's going on?
Probably the image of Louie stays stuck all in her dome
When a n***a take shots, I ain't the one to shoot back
Got a couple shooters with me willing to do that
I can't wait to get motion picture rich
Feelin' like a Michelin three-star chef up in the kitchen, uh
Break bricks down faster than Mario
Got the ladies fallin' down one-by-one just like dominos, uh
Shorty in love with me 'cause of the apparel
The diamonds canary, only kings in my family
Still remember the days ain't had food in the pantry
My stomach was growling like a wolf in the wild
For me to step in a booth, started off with a thou'
But now a thou' ain't enough, you know the price goin' up
b*t*h, I make good music, my Grammy family
I love to see you n***as hate, make them n***as envy, uh
Alright, scrap, it's time to put some facts in it (Uh-huh)
My Nike shoe box kept a hundred racks in it (On God)
2010, pound-for-pound, I was the best boxer (On God)
The money kept my chest pokin' out like breast doctors (What?)
2XT Shaka (What?), d**ky shorts and high whites
Wild nights turned to highlights if she was my type
Grind right, I found me that guidance to keep my mind tight
Learned quick I can't get paper with ya 'less your vibe's right
Glide right, shoebox full of hundreds what my eyes like
And a thick thing, ponytail high, eyes light
Every day's a gamble, homeboy, what's your odds like?
Deal yourself a mill' and still not play your cards right
Real life, kept these bars tight, been the boss type
Word life, I can spot imposters, what yo' sauce like?
Stood tall and walk right through any situation
My squabble up is mean, bro, I done laid them demonstrations
Told them n***as pull up, I done sent them invitations
Willing to bet it's 'bout a broad any time a n***a hatin'
Poetic with these statements, tryin' to make real sh*t contagious
You get it bro? Don't blow it like that EDD in Vegas
I see y'all (Bruh), huh
f**kin' off that Nike shoebox bread
Huh
I see you, mami, giving out shoebox head
Can you play it louder? Turn it up
Got these motherf**kers sour, pour the Belve' in the cup
Jealous, they want the power, my cash and my gold
n***a, bow down when the king step on the court
I'm on a jet to LA, but I go all around the planet
My rhyme scheme's different, but you couldn't understand it
I'm riding with the hustlers, ballers, gangsters, cap peelers
Scammers, anything you want, dawg, I gotcha
She don't wanna pu**y pop? What's going on?
Probably the image of Louie stays stuck all in her dome
When a n***a take shots, I ain't the one to shoot back
Got a couple shooters with me willing to do that
I can't wait to get motion picture rich
Feelin' like a Michelin three-star chef up in the kitchen, uh
Break bricks down faster than Mario
Got the ladies fallin' down one-by-one just like dominos, uh
Shorty in love with me 'cause of the apparel
The diamonds canary, only kings in my family
Still remember the days ain't had food in the pantry
My stomach was growling like a wolf in the wild
For me to step in a booth, started off with a thou'
But now a thou' ain't enough, you know the price goin' up
b*t*h, I make good music, my Grammy family
I love to see you n***as hate, make them n***as envy, uh
