"Nike Boots" lyrics
I'm just doin' what I gotta do
Flyer than the rest of them
Still got my Nike Boots
Flyer than the rest of 'em
Flyer than the rest of 'em
Flyer than the rest of 'em
Flyer than the rest of 'em
Flyer than the rest of 'em
Still got my Nike boots
South side, what up?
Uptown, what up?
PG, what up?
MoCo, what up?
The revolution will proceed
Unification the DMV I will achieve indeed
I decree I'm forming a new alliance
Oppose the one poisoning the minds - they lying
I am only a fighter, in the form of a writer
In the form of a poet, potency in the mic
I blank out then I approach it, turn me up and I go in
Haters learn to bear, I'm Lovie Smith with the vocals
Lord I'm so focused more focused than I ever been
So slightly passed 'em, like the letter "n"
It's DC, black jeans, black tee
This that North Face rap (Wale!) you better get me
PG, Riverdale, Largo, Temple Hills
Cap Heights, 1-2-4, Landover, everywhere
Saratoga, 640, Berry Farms, 1-4
KDY, every corner, everybody got 'em on
I'm just doin' what I gotta do
Flyer than the rest of them
Still got my Nike Boots
Flyer than the rest of 'em
Flyer than the rest of 'em
Flyer than the rest of 'em
Flyer than the rest of 'em
Flyer than the rest of 'em
Still got my Nike boots
South side, what up?
Uptown, what up?
PG, what up?
MoCo, what up?
No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers
It's the way we've adapted, though fuck it I made it happen
The most opinionated city you can make it in
And still 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 complacent with the vacancy
See, the love 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 lot of drama, a lot of beef
We have so much in common, starting at the feet
Goadome Nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer
None like us, so none like us
I'm just doin' what I gotta do
Flyer than the rest of them
Still got my Nike Boots
Flyer than the rest of 'em
Flyer than the rest of 'em
Flyer than the rest of 'em
Flyer than the rest of 'em
Flyer than the rest of 'em
Still got my Nike boots
South side, what up?
Uptown, what up?
PG, what up?
MoCo, what up?
This where the haters is, this why they hate us here
This why I hate it here, though love it, I made it here
We all here, from the dealers to the kids
To the squares to the fly, one thing we are aligned with
Black on black Nikes that represent the lifeless lives
And it reflects the plight of those fighting so
If we ain't right and always at the throats
Of one another at least we got our Goadome Nikes
A metaphor, for the insecure
If you ain't wearing no color, can't nobody say nothing
One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers
Melancholy we are though we all learn to love it
Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage
And through all our troubles, we still walk around walk around
(Flyer than the rest of 'em)
Flyer than the rest of 'em
Flyer than the rest of 'em
And still got my Nike Boots
I'm just doin' what I gotta do
Flyer than the rest of them
Still got my Nike Boots
Flyer than the rest of 'em
Flyer than the rest of 'em
Flyer than the rest of 'em
Flyer than the rest of 'em
Flyer than the rest of 'em
Still got my Nike boots
South side, what up?
Uptown, what up?
PG, what up?
MoCo, what up?
Flyer than the rest of them
Still got my Nike Boots
Flyer than the rest of 'em
Flyer than the rest of 'em
Flyer than the rest of 'em
Flyer than the rest of 'em
Flyer than the rest of 'em
Still got my Nike boots
South side, what up?
Uptown, what up?
PG, what up?
MoCo, what up?
The revolution will proceed
Unification the DMV I will achieve indeed
I decree I'm forming a new alliance
Oppose the one poisoning the minds - they lying
I am only a fighter, in the form of a writer
In the form of a poet, potency in the mic
I blank out then I approach it, turn me up and I go in
Haters learn to bear, I'm Lovie Smith with the vocals
Lord I'm so focused more focused than I ever been
So slightly passed 'em, like the letter "n"
It's DC, black jeans, black tee
This that North Face rap (Wale!) you better get me
PG, Riverdale, Largo, Temple Hills
Cap Heights, 1-2-4, Landover, everywhere
Saratoga, 640, Berry Farms, 1-4
KDY, every corner, everybody got 'em on
I'm just doin' what I gotta do
Flyer than the rest of them
Still got my Nike Boots
Flyer than the rest of 'em
Flyer than the rest of 'em
Flyer than the rest of 'em
Flyer than the rest of 'em
Flyer than the rest of 'em
Still got my Nike boots
South side, what up?
Uptown, what up?
PG, what up?
MoCo, what up?
No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers
It's the way we've adapted, though fuck it I made it happen
The most opinionated city you can make it in
And still 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 complacent with the vacancy
See, the love 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 lot of drama, a lot of beef
We have so much in common, starting at the feet
Goadome Nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer
None like us, so none like us
I'm just doin' what I gotta do
Flyer than the rest of them
Still got my Nike Boots
Flyer than the rest of 'em
Flyer than the rest of 'em
Flyer than the rest of 'em
Flyer than the rest of 'em
Flyer than the rest of 'em
Still got my Nike boots
South side, what up?
Uptown, what up?
PG, what up?
MoCo, what up?
This where the haters is, this why they hate us here
This why I hate it here, though love it, I made it here
We all here, from the dealers to the kids
To the squares to the fly, one thing we are aligned with
Black on black Nikes that represent the lifeless lives
And it reflects the plight of those fighting so
If we ain't right and always at the throats
Of one another at least we got our Goadome Nikes
A metaphor, for the insecure
If you ain't wearing no color, can't nobody say nothing
One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers
Melancholy we are though we all learn to love it
Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage
And through all our troubles, we still walk around walk around
(Flyer than the rest of 'em)
Flyer than the rest of 'em
Flyer than the rest of 'em
And still got my Nike Boots
I'm just doin' what I gotta do
Flyer than the rest of them
Still got my Nike Boots
Flyer than the rest of 'em
Flyer than the rest of 'em
Flyer than the rest of 'em
Flyer than the rest of 'em
Flyer than the rest of 'em
Still got my Nike boots
South side, what up?
Uptown, what up?
PG, what up?
MoCo, what up?
Writer(s): Olubowale Victor Akintimehin, Osinachi Nwaneri
