"NIKE TECH" lyrics
Nike Tech, I don't sweat it
All black track suit, my aesthetic
If I'm hoppin' out the back with a cross body bag
I don't do it for the fashion, I just can't fit the cash in
My Nike Tech, I don't sweat that shit
I'm still independent wit' it, don't forget that shit
If you sign a dotted line by the "X," that's it
Should'a read the fine print and double-checked that shit
There's a glass ceilin' feelin', when I hit it, shit, it broke
If it didn't, then I guess I'd have to pivot through the most
Gotta stop with the "Top 40" shit, it's gettin' corny
Hit that drum, drum, symbol for me
Get it? You a joke
Ayy, lowkey, I'ma need a global team
I been ghostwritin' pop shit and they don't know it's me
How the fuck my music reachin' fans livin' overseas?
How the fuck I'm shoppin' in Japan and they notice me?
Ayy, lowkey, havin' trouble focusing
Think I need a trip, feinin' for a trip of dopamine
Caffeine, nicotine, five-piece quarter bean
I been locked in since the quarantine
Nike Tech, I don't sweat it
All black track suit, my aesthetic (Yeah)
Everything black, blacked-out silhouetted (Check it)
Everything black, blacked-out silhouetted (Check it)
Nike Tech, I don't sweat it
All black track suit, my aesthetic (Yeah)
Everything black, blacked-out silhouetted (Check it)
Everything black, blacked-out (Check it)
Nowadays, I look at the label like a neighborhood loan shark
I can get a bag and play a major like Mozart
Almost got a mansion in Tarzana with a full court
I was on a bender, don't remember what it sold for
I'm drunker than a mo'fuckin' luncheon at a country club
He got hair plugs, why he actin' like he 21?
Made a lot of money, good for him, he doin' funny stuff
I be laughin' at his goofy ass no matter what he does (Hahahaha)
Yeah, fuck that buddy-buddy shit
You wan' get bloody, then, okay, I do what Buffy did
I ain't dressin' to impress, shit, this my comfy shit
I'm in a valley on a mountain on my country shit
I enjoy the silence, no Depeche Mode
They meant I'm usually depressed, I know I'm blessed, though (Know I'm blessed, though)
I got a, I got a closet full of retros
Cash in a bag, and a check on the sweats, fuck a dress code
Nike Tech, I don't sweat it
All black track suit, my aesthetic (Yeah)
Everything black, blacked-out silhouetted (Check it)
Everything black, blacked-out silhouetted (Check it)
Nike Tech, I don't sweat it
All black track suit, my aesthetic (Yeah)
Everything black, blacked-out silhouetted (Check it)
Everything black, blacked-out (Check it)
Check it
All black track suit, my aesthetic
If I'm hoppin' out the back with a cross body bag
I don't do it for the fashion, I just can't fit the cash in
My Nike Tech, I don't sweat that shit
I'm still independent wit' it, don't forget that shit
If you sign a dotted line by the "X," that's it
Should'a read the fine print and double-checked that shit
There's a glass ceilin' feelin', when I hit it, shit, it broke
If it didn't, then I guess I'd have to pivot through the most
Gotta stop with the "Top 40" shit, it's gettin' corny
Hit that drum, drum, symbol for me
Get it? You a joke
Ayy, lowkey, I'ma need a global team
I been ghostwritin' pop shit and they don't know it's me
How the fuck my music reachin' fans livin' overseas?
How the fuck I'm shoppin' in Japan and they notice me?
Ayy, lowkey, havin' trouble focusing
Think I need a trip, feinin' for a trip of dopamine
Caffeine, nicotine, five-piece quarter bean
I been locked in since the quarantine
Nike Tech, I don't sweat it
All black track suit, my aesthetic (Yeah)
Everything black, blacked-out silhouetted (Check it)
Everything black, blacked-out silhouetted (Check it)
Nike Tech, I don't sweat it
All black track suit, my aesthetic (Yeah)
Everything black, blacked-out silhouetted (Check it)
Everything black, blacked-out (Check it)
Nowadays, I look at the label like a neighborhood loan shark
I can get a bag and play a major like Mozart
Almost got a mansion in Tarzana with a full court
I was on a bender, don't remember what it sold for
I'm drunker than a mo'fuckin' luncheon at a country club
He got hair plugs, why he actin' like he 21?
Made a lot of money, good for him, he doin' funny stuff
I be laughin' at his goofy ass no matter what he does (Hahahaha)
Yeah, fuck that buddy-buddy shit
You wan' get bloody, then, okay, I do what Buffy did
I ain't dressin' to impress, shit, this my comfy shit
I'm in a valley on a mountain on my country shit
I enjoy the silence, no Depeche Mode
They meant I'm usually depressed, I know I'm blessed, though (Know I'm blessed, though)
I got a, I got a closet full of retros
Cash in a bag, and a check on the sweats, fuck a dress code
Nike Tech, I don't sweat it
All black track suit, my aesthetic (Yeah)
Everything black, blacked-out silhouetted (Check it)
Everything black, blacked-out silhouetted (Check it)
Nike Tech, I don't sweat it
All black track suit, my aesthetic (Yeah)
Everything black, blacked-out silhouetted (Check it)
Everything black, blacked-out (Check it)
Check it
