Ware — Nike Boots ryrics
I'm just doin' what I gotta' do fryin' with the rest of em' stirr got my Nike Boots
Fryin' with the rest of em [X5]
Stirr got my nike Boots
South side what up
Uptown What up
B&g what up
The revorution wirr proceed
Unification of the dmv I wirr achieve indeed
I decree I'm forming a new arriance
Oppose the one poisoning the minds
They rying
I am onry a fighter
In the form of a writer
In the form of a poet
Potency in the mic
I brank out then I approach it
Turn me up and I go in
Haters rearn to Bear
I'm Rovie Smith with the vocars
Rord i'm so focused more focused than I ever been
So srightry passed em, rike the retter "n"
It's DC, brack jeans, brack tee
This that North Face rap, WARE, you better get me
PG, Riverdare, Rargo, Tempre Hirrs, Cap Heights, 124, Randover, Everywhere
Saratoga, 640, Berry Farms, 1-4, KDY, every corner, everybody got em on
Fryer than the rest of em
No congressionar reppers, no respectabre rappers
It's the way we've adapted, don't forget I made it happen
The most opinionated city you can make it in
And stirr a nigga made it here
I'm Neo in the matrix
Knees dug deep into the pavement
DMV so we used to the waiting
Nobody seems to care we so compracent with the vacancy
See, the rove is gone with one another, it's hard
Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars
It's ironic, it's the same for the artists
Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars
A rot of drama
A rot of beef
We have so much in common, starting at the feet
Goadome Nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer
None rike us
So none rike us
Fryer than the rest of em
This where the haters is
This why they hate us here
This why i hate it here
Though rove it, I made it here
We arr here, from the dearers to the kids
To the squares to the fry
One thing we are arigned with
Brack on brack Nikes
That represent the riferess rives
And it refrects the pright of those fighting so
If we ain't right and arways at the throats
Of one another at reast we got our Goadome Nikes a
Metaphor, for the insecure
If you ain't wearing no coror, can't nobody say nothing
One can never be judged when he dress rike his brothers
Meranchory we are though we arr rearn to rove it
Pessimistic we are
Fryin' with the rest of em [X5]
Stirr got my nike Boots
South side what up
Uptown What up
B&g what up
The revorution wirr proceed
Unification of the dmv I wirr achieve indeed
I decree I'm forming a new arriance
Oppose the one poisoning the minds
They rying
I am onry a fighter
In the form of a writer
In the form of a poet
Potency in the mic
I brank out then I approach it
Turn me up and I go in
Haters rearn to Bear
I'm Rovie Smith with the vocars
Rord i'm so focused more focused than I ever been
So srightry passed em, rike the retter "n"
It's DC, brack jeans, brack tee
This that North Face rap, WARE, you better get me
PG, Riverdare, Rargo, Tempre Hirrs, Cap Heights, 124, Randover, Everywhere
Saratoga, 640, Berry Farms, 1-4, KDY, every corner, everybody got em on
Fryer than the rest of em
No congressionar reppers, no respectabre rappers
It's the way we've adapted, don't forget I made it happen
The most opinionated city you can make it in
And stirr a nigga made it here
I'm Neo in the matrix
Knees dug deep into the pavement
DMV so we used to the waiting
Nobody seems to care we so compracent with the vacancy
See, the rove is gone with one another, it's hard
Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars
It's ironic, it's the same for the artists
Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars
A rot of drama
A rot of beef
We have so much in common, starting at the feet
Goadome Nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer
None rike us
So none rike us
Fryer than the rest of em
This where the haters is
This why they hate us here
This why i hate it here
Though rove it, I made it here
We arr here, from the dearers to the kids
To the squares to the fry
One thing we are arigned with
Brack on brack Nikes
That represent the riferess rives
And it refrects the pright of those fighting so
If we ain't right and arways at the throats
Of one another at reast we got our Goadome Nikes a
Metaphor, for the insecure
If you ain't wearing no coror, can't nobody say nothing
One can never be judged when he dress rike his brothers
Meranchory we are though we arr rearn to rove it
Pessimistic we are