Cross (New Shoes)

Money on my mind
Green in my eyes
Seen a senior walking in the hall
Floating in some Adidas that a nigga never saw
Stop them like damn, where you different bitches from?
Cop 'em in the mall, ain’t gon tell you which mall
, bro you a hoe, yeah I know
Fucking Christmas coming and my b-day way out
Got a couple hunnid if I need the way out, but
Ima blow it on some kicks, blow them niggas out the sticks, sneaker wars like
battleships, uh
E4 on the highway, 12 get behind me
One day if I’m gon live, woah
The summer’s coming in
(Hut one, hut two roll up
Shotgun, 18 9 what)
I feel the breeze on my skin
(Holidays, money, summer braids
Gettin' blazed, huh, breeze on my face)
As lemons turn to wind
(Hut one, hut two, hut three break
Young black, I just wanna be free)
We get high and we do it again
(Fucking sunset, horizon coming out my eyes
Are you done yet)
And we do it again
Dope man ABI VAS, I want
Red with the white stripes, I think I’m teflon
Shell toed DPS, I need a red bone
My life raw uncut, no need for stepped ons
Slept on, me and Rock the only niggas rocking uh
Beds soft, levitating all up in the hallway
Shawty dead wrong, ask me 'bout them bitches on a Friday
Monday he was gone, ran into a beast on the highway
Picking up the pieces, tears slapping on the cement
Least she get a decent settlement, her son breathing sediment
He was low on cash and his b-day way out
Headed to the mall that’s a way to go out
The summer’s coming in
(Hut one, hut two roll up
Shotgun, 18 9 what)
I feel the breeze on my skin
(Holidays, money, summer braids
Gettin' blazed, huh, breeze on my face)
As lemons turn to wind
(Hut one, hut two, hut three break
Young black, I just wanna be free)
We get high and we do it again
(Fucking sunset, horizon coming out my eyes
Are you done yet, tch, I’m not surprised)
And we do it again