Kicks (From "Sneakerella")

Ain't nothin' fresher than my Ain't nothin' fresher than my Ain't nothin' fresher than my Limited release, had to pull up early Number 33 on the back of my jersey I'm an all star, from low to high tops The line's for five blocks, can't wait 'til they drop My kicks, kicks, kicks Ain't nothin' fresher, no one's stepping on my kicks, kicks, kicks They be like, "What are those? Those soles are sick, sick, sick" I be like, 'Sure you right", paparazzi takin' pics They want the kicks, they want the drip They want the heat and they know who's lit We stroll the streets, laced up, don't trip (don't trip) Don't trip I like custom Nikes (whoa) Gucci suit me nicely Prada make 'em pricey No one wears 'em like me My soles got soul I've been this gold since I was three years old I'm going for my goals, soaring high to the stars It's more than what you wear, represent who you are Just when you think I'm high enough, high enough I'm 'bout to take it higher up, higher up Leaving gravity, I'm fired up, fired up It's a King-6 release, bro Ain't nothin' fresher than my kicks, kicks, kicks Ain't nothin' fresher, no one's stepping on my kicks, kicks, kicks They be like, "What are those? Those soles are sick, sick, sick" I be like, 'Sure you right", paparazzi takin' pics (Snip, snip) It's hard to explain the game and what it means From the sketch on a page to the stitch on the seams From the OGs to Hyperstrike color schemes Don't sleep on me, homie, I design in my dreams 'Cause everything's fine in my dreams I can fly in my dreams, sky high in my dreams But I fall down to Earth when the alarm clock rings Back to reality I'm only 17 Man! I should be makin' Nike I should be makin' Reebok You should be checkin' Hypebeast To cop my new Adidas I should be hitting new heights I'm coming for the kingdom Dead stock, just watch me change the world with my kicks (with my kicks) I glide, I slide, I fly with my kicks You can tell a lot about me by the way I wear my kicks, kicks, kicks (ah ah) Ain't nothin' fresher, no one's stepping on my kicks, kicks, kicks They be like, "What are those? Those soles are sick, sick, sick" I be like, sho' you right, paparazzi takin' pics, pics, pics Ain't nothin' fresher than my kicks