Lyrics

Yeah, this is a Nappy Roots and Quill collab I just got a brand new pair of white shoes And it's 'bout time, the last ones I outgrew (outgrew) I told my mom I would keep them clean And I don't make promises I don't mean, yeah And I'd be damned if I let somebody scuff them, I love them I told my dad I'd get them back when I'm older (when I'm older) But right now's all good I got my laces tucked I'm two-stepping with my best foot forward I'm thinking okay, it's a new day It could be worse I went and copped the ice creams, the all white desserts So when I pick my outfit out it's always feet first New pair of skinnies and a t-shirt I got no money and more problems feel like I'm Puff So nobody's tryna drag my name through mud But I done gone some tough skin they done ran out of luck You know I'd rather have my name covered in dirt than dust I rock the all white Cortez, then I got the Forces Y'all can rock your colorways, I be thinking more's less I run out of time before I run out of focus Winter time Timbs and some summer time Jordans Okay, yeah, that's my shit I got my best foot forward two-step to this I bought a brand new pair Of some old Nike Airs And I'd be damned if I let somebody scuff my shits I just got a brand new pair of white shoes And it's 'bout time, the last ones I outgrew (outgrew) I told my mom I would keep them clean And I don't make promises I don't mean, yeah And I'd be damned if I let somebody scuff them, I love them I told my dad I'd get them back when I'm older (when I'm older) But right now's all good I got my laces tucked I'm two-stepping with my best foot forward Well it's a new day, fresh J's, cement greys Pimp strut on the pavement Sneakerhead check my closet the amazement On occasion, Infrared Max 90's when I'm on vacation I copped these overseas the only one in the nation That I've seen I'm a call it motivation Balling on a budget, patient And you know it, this is for the times where we really couldn't afford it (uh) Best foot forward, new pair of Jordan's First day of school ain't a thing more important Nappy free throw scoring, three-pointer soaring Smiling like a kid now I'm tour bus touring While I step out with the Vans, all white chucks Black shoestrings just to switch up the looks While I pick up the books, bring back the crooks Kick up my feet, Quill bring back the hook I just got a brand new pair of white shoes And it's 'bout time, the last ones I outgrew (outgrew) I told my mom I would keep them clean And I don't make promises I don't mean, yeah And I'd be damned if I let somebody scuff them, I love them I told my dad I'd get them back when I'm older (when I'm older) But right now's all good I got my laces tucked I'm two-stepping with my best foot forward I love being me Me's the only me that I'll ever be I love being me Me's the only me that I'll ever be I got tough skin, I wear it gladly I got a big smile, don't put it past me The only time I look down is to look at my shoes I just got a brand new pair of white shoes And it's 'bout time, the last ones I outgrew I told my mom I would keep them clean And I don't make promises I don't mean, yeah And I'd be damned if I let somebody scuff them, I love them I told my dad I'd get them back when I'm older But right now's all good I got my laces tucked I'm two-stepping with my best foot forward Like this Caller number nine You're taking home that one hundred dollar giftcard Courtesy of Finish Line How you feeling? Ah, I feel good I called number nine What'd you say lil' man? I was, was, was, here for my basketball Edgar, what are you doing? Give me the phone Hello? Who's this? This is Dj Heattrain 94.3 on the real Your son just won one hundred dollars towards finish line Who is this? Look, I don't know if this some telemarketer Or some type of scam, but lose my number And don't call me I don't want to make small-talk
Writer(s): Travis Aaron Moore, Mitchell Quilleon Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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