Nikes On My Feet

(album: K.I.D.S. - 2010)

[Nas & Mac Miller:]
And the Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete
Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes
And the Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete
Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes (Hey, hey)
Nike-Nike-Nikes (Hey), Nike-Nike-Nikes (Ha ha)
Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes (We just some motherfucking kids)
Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete (Just some motherfucking kids)
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[Mac Miller:]
Ayy, lace 'em up, lace 'em up, lace 'em up, lace 'em
Blue suede shoes stay crispy like bacon
Nikes on my feet make my cypher complete, uh
I stay shining like the lights on the street in the night
Revis take me shopping when I'm up in New York
Hit the shoe store, go and cop a few more
You at the mall getting dinner at the food court
I'm in LA eating twenty-two course
Young boss, bitch, paper in my pockets
I got a closet filled with shoeboxes
Mom said my spending habit little bit obnoxious
But a pilot stay fresh up in his cockpit
Used to rock hand-me-downs
Now I buy some clothes, wear 'em out
Hit the club, bitches pull their cameras out
Living in a dream, they're beginning to believe
My hotel smell like cigarettes and weed
Shit, with what I'm spitting, they should give me a degree
Good liquor, what I'm sipping isn't cheap, uh
Finna blow, don't snooze, don't sleep
All I really need is some shoes on my feet

[Nas & Mac Miller:]
And the Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete
Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes
And the Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete
Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes
Nike-Nike-Nikes (Hey), Nike-Nike-Nikes (Hey)
Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes (Hey)
Nike-Nike-Nikes (Uh), Nike-Nike-Nikes (We just some motherfucking kids, ha ha)
Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes

[Mac Miller:]
I make 'em so mad, they got no swag
Pippens on my feet, they're the throwbacks, look
My money good, but these hoes bad
So they stay attached to my gonads, uh
Waking up to a few Ls
Open up my closet to that new shoe smell
I guess I'm doing well
Smoking all the weed that I used to sell
But once my album goes in the shelves
It's going Nextel how it's finna sell
For now, we're selling tapes out my shoebox
Any spot, just set up my shop
You're mad that your girl always says that I'm hot
She buying my t-shirts, but she spending your guap, uh
Say, "What up?" if you see me around
Nike Airs separate my feet from the ground, it's just

[Nas & Mac Miller:]
And the Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete
Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes (Yeah)
And the Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete
Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes
Nike-Nike-Nikes, Nike-Nike-Nikes
Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes
Nike-Nike-Nikes, Nike-Nike-Nikes