You ain't never seen a **** this fly

In my air Jordan 5's, give a **** high fives

Im gold chain Mike to these dudes on sidelines

And they needa step back cause im finna take flight

Mike in the church cause a **** sky high

No I'm Mike Tyson to these beats that I'm biting, chewing, eating

Forever punch lining, but you gon need more that Mario to punch me out

Never on the rebound, cause I don't need no rebound

Unless we talking hoes then im no shirt Boris b Diaw

Air Jordan 4's with the strings out

Og's my kicks gon see now, like a old ****

And you ain't gotta ask chill where his gold ****, I ain't in my nose ****

But im calling picks out from the bleachers, deadstock sneakers

Hasta la vista!

Spit raw shit salmonella

Deadstocks locked up longer then mandella

Stella, Got my groove back, smooth black, suede blue hat, with the rap-

Tor on the front, flame on the blunt, name on the front

Of your chick page with the love

Heart sign right beside it, make you wanna sign out when you see it

Pardon my sneakglish, im decent, that's what the least Ill **** be speaking

Don't got a G2, but im flyer then a G6

I get colder the higher, I get up call it ski lift

With the wifey, use the purse as a weed bag

As I pen greatness over bass, like rehab

And the sucker shit yall on, ain't making me mad

Cause if you check it out, it ain't making me cash

I mean it sound so trash that it's making me glad

That I got my own shit to listen to

Play it while I

Certain **** got me feeling like caine

All I need now is some gold ropes and some rings

A couple babes, glass of lemonade

And I be standing under the green, but I ain't in the shade

But I do got these shadow number 10's on

Why all these **** dancing in the endzone

And they ain't scored yet

A **** asked me how your soles icy and you ain't leave the floor wet

I don't know though

But a bitch said I was so cold that her cell phone froze when she text me

Chopping on them blades like I'm Gretzky

Y'all jabs weak, and I eat them punchlines for breakfast

With MJ on the box

In them Grape Jordan 5's and I like them a lot

That I might just cop bout 4 in my size

Y'all **** like Deadstocks, yall don't think out the box

But I ain't dissing you

I'm just tryna tell you that this rap shit isn't you

This what the PYT's came to listen to

This the baker's club so the booth by the kitchen room

And the house don't got a roof

Cause it can't get higher than this

And you ain't gotta guess who supplying the zip

Filled with the realness filled with the illness

Millions and millions that's like a sure thing

Show me 'bout it, don't tell me 'bout it, that's the worst thing

The worst thing, since Fox news on the TV

Harder I go, all the girls get easy

I don't use pick up lines, that shit cheesy

Use by beginners, I'm bumping that GZA

And if her brain like a genius, imma have to jizz her

One more line, bet I make the beat give up