Testo Raised In My Nike Airs - Chillinit
Testo della canzone Raised In My Nike Airs (Chillinit), tratta dall'album Wisdom Weed & Wordplay
Keep these Nikes on my feet
Grinding in these streets
These kicks were Nike Air
I was raised in my Nike Air
My kicks were Nike Air
And where I'm from the kids you rock with score you puffs
To help you ride the ranks and climb the stairs
My eyes were red from '99 from all this kush I burned
Life inside the fast lane with pride from things I should've learned
That's fucked up
This entertainment is my own demise
My mental state should be my only prize
That's how I learnt along my way to reach my final rhyme
Money won't mean nothing if my body's not a healthy mind
So now I've got my health in mind
I could die now fucking proud
Watching sideshows tryna juggle being crusty clowns that never made
It's a shame that you a hater boy
You was just a boy now acting girl like you a skater boy
Hey Levine I'm on my steez going crazy boy
I get my dick sucked while I'm reclining on my La-Z-Boy
Who made it boy?
So fuck drugs and all you shitty mates
I'd rather see my son with trust funds that's got an interest rate
I'm black and white
I'm never grey so fuck your 50 shades
I'll spit the verse then flip the
Invoice that gives you 50 days to pay up
That's Ray Charles on MDMA
That's Blonde Soul
I'm on the green I'm putting nine holes
My head's buzzing 'cause this game's got me aged
But I'm feeling Ben Button it's a young body my mind's old
Raised in my
I was raised in my Nike Air
You can't make a horse drink
But you can take that horse to water just to watch that horse sink
And that's your life though
Why try to save the horse
When at times you gotta slide because you're dying for the cause
And of course
We was putting stuff up our nose
But fuck it all that's just our life we watch it come and then go
She says she loves weed puffs three and struggles to smoke
She chokes walking 'round while bugging on coke
She's telling me her brother's dope and how he hustles and flows
That's cool
I'm tryna see my
You touching your throat
So tell me later how you could've been that cover on Vogue
My life was crazy on the road while I was fucking these hoes
I wish I met my wife
Because providing is man's greatest gift
That's why I fly my little lion when I take these trips
I told my son I got his back through all this crazy shit
I'll make him rich
Drop him off at school and let that Beamer rip
One time
Keep these Nikes on my feet
Grinding in these streets
These kicks were Nike Air
I was raised in my Nike Air
We staying strong baby raised in my raised in my
See I was raised in my Nike Air
Yeah see I was raised in my Nike Air
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Writer(s): Blake James Turnell, Toby Jack Nicholls, Ethan Parodi, Finbar Stuart, Cameron George Hopley
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