Sweats & Kicks

I ain’t a po' pimp, I’m a rich bum
You know Wes, hoodie down and gray sweats
Don’t step, like you wanna get
And if you trying to toss grenades, I wouldn’t trust those arms
See I get my kicks at a discount
MJs, patent leather with a death ray
Add campaign mega forceful
Label me the walking billboard for the corporate…
Tags, like fuck Vietnamese
Believe in Nike as long as they tell me they have clean working facilities
Purchase
Don’t hate because we what you ain’t (it's pro-nasty!)
It’s just the way my player splay (so don’t ask me!)
Respect the way we do our thing (uh, cause it’s the best it gets)
The way we dress, it ain’t gon' ever change (yeah-yeah, sweats and kicks)
You got, suits and ties…
Air Force Ones and blue jeans
They say clothes reflect the human being
How you gon' be pro nas' without the uniform?
So once a year I shop
But more than that, it’s a mindset
See, we get it on
You feeling these, I got plenty more
All I drop
So don’t ignore the significance
As loose as my sweats and kicks fit, that’s how we living this
[Interlude}​
Say
Say
It’s the mentality of a player and the life of a hustler
That puts the insight
Soundtrack of a mack, slash streetwise customer
Half of its what I wear, the other half
I’m passionate about what some of ya’ll are fucking up
Too loose for creases is the way of life for most of us
Mindstate
I smoke some potent stuff, it’s all in my eyes
It’s the way I play the game that’s got me boggling minds
'Fore you can steady my style I make it harder to find
By getting my work off the street 'for the cops start to get wise
We keep living like this we might rule shit
Stay dressed in the smoothest
Sometimes
I can spend sixty
Sometimes I’m penny-pinching
Sometimes I get expensive
Depends on which end of the line of scrimmages
Reaching the farthest for the garments that’s out of arms length
The problem’s when you can’t look within, you search for something else
When life is how you living and how you present yourself
Designer jeans and Timbs is what hangs from my limbs
The out of town clothes pimp
Hell yeah I take trips
So I can cop the latest
When I come back home I stay looking the greatest
Wack-geared MCs can’t take this
Mic League shows up
«Loving your style!»
Only wear a scarf the color of burgundy
I step off in
They get to tripping, wanting to grab and pull
Baby, please calm down, my coat is lambs wool
You done scuffed up my Timbs, bitch that ain’t cool
Loosen up, bruh
I ain’t got time for a Similac breath child
You got it confused when I say «Game tight to death», ouch!
Sweats and kicks now
You woulda known
We ride out like the headless horsemen with shoe endorsements
It’s so easy
Kicks so bright it might raise your eyebrows
Can’t you taste the flavor, when it smacks you in the mouth?
Yeah I’m back up in the house
With the new windbreaker
To show off what I’m using to step on you haters
Oh, so saucy baby
Your gear cost two-hundred, mine cause me eighty
Oh, so saucy baby
That’s why we stay flyer than the average flosser
Oh, so saucy baby