Chucks

[Intro]

You're within your right to be wrong

It's only my opinion, no one has to agree

But if I'm wrong, who has a greater right to be?

[Hook: Blu]

'Cause I hit em with a whoa-

Lace my chucks up

'Cause I hit em with a whoa-

Lace my chucks

'Cause I hit em with a whoa-

Lace my chucks up

'Cause I hit em with a whoa-

Threw on my white socks with my all blue chucks

[Verse 1: Blu]

Laced my chucks up, bust in the building holdin' my gun up

Giannis in my pockets, yo, I'm tryna get my bucks up

Tough luck, growing up, times was rough

And hardships can leave your foresight blind as fuck

And I ain't gotta ask about yours, mine's enough

To remind me of the grimy stuff

Yo, I'd been stuck hustlin' if it wasn't for Hip-Hop

And f— the s— you're uttering, I rap more than gift shops

If you tryna get props, my advice is get your own style

Don't be coming out sounding likе someone that's played out

I camе out with the debut record Below the Heavens

But above the clouds is where I was aiming to place my message

Hoping someone will catch it, and recycle the blessing

I be rewriting my records like I'm tryna perfect this

Respect it, like Ms. Franklin gettin' the Benjamin Franklins

When you see G.O.D., be sure to thank Him

But please don't trip

[Hook: Blu]

'Cause I hit em with a whoa-

Lace my chucks up

'Cause I hit em with a whoa-

Lace my chucks

'Cause I hit em with a whoa-

Lace my chucks up

'Cause I hit em with a whoa-

Threw on my white socks with my all blue chucks

[Verse 2: KXNG Crooked]

Lace my chucks up, yeah, my boy, that's what the fuck we on

In L.A., it's Child's Play, got my Chuckys on

The rap game is my bitch, tell her hubby's home

Get to Grands like Puba when he had that rugby on

I made a way, I outsmart haters with hard labor

Get large papers then caught vapors

Slicing you demons with a Dark Saber like Darth Vader

Drawing guns like an art major at the art gala, it's the Charles Taylors

With boss players, all sparkin' some purple

Like the logo on my Chucks, its all stars in my circle

The COB squad is eternal, we all causin' inferno

This the diary of an inmate, it's all bars in my journal (Yeah!)

I'm writing what I live and let the thugs quote it

I'm walkin' around, I got that d-d-d-d-drrrr

You know what that is, it means my gun's loaded

Black Chuck Taylors with the tongues folded

[Hook: Blu]

'Cause I hit em with a whoa-

Lace my chucks up

'Cause I hit em with a whoa-

Lace my chucks

'Cause I hit em with a whoa-

Lace my chucks up

'Cause I hit em with a whoa-

Threw on my white socks with my all blue chucks

[Verse 3: Kurupt]

Ayy, ayy, lemme hit that, lemme hit that though {*coughs*}

Smokin', no jokin', straight loc'ing

Halfinch cuffs, Chucks laced up, I lace my Chucks up

With the effervescent fat laces, grey, blue and plus

I got that extra strength Tylenol to reach all walls

Shots echo through halls, teflon, fentanyl

Listen, heh, or maybe you just can't hear

'Cause that sound barrier's punctured, eclipsing ears

These sound waves is spread through the air like spears

I got them all white, all blue, grey, black, red, these niggas weird

The pirate comes out, young Blackbeard

Now look, nigga (Ahhh)

Hah, I could rent a cop like I could rent a car

Big business, so I'll never see the yard

I got hoes on standby, make your heart stop

Through words I'm givin' niggas anaphylactic shock

I was born to live, born to live and die

You die to live, born to try and live and die

I don't try, I do, I don't forgive, I cry

Tears of pain in my Chucks, throwin' my hood up high

Peanut butter insides inside my ride

I was born to ride, cock it back and let off five

Fuck these niggas, 'cause each one of y'all gon' die

When the homies come through, homie, no one'll survive

Listen, I'm sick of–

Hold on, cuz, give me a motherfuckin' mic, nig–