| I step up in this mother fucker all black chukkas
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| All, all black girl what, what’s really good
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| All black skully, y’all can’t tell me, nothin
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| No I said y’all can’t tell me
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| I, I step up in this motherfucker all black chukkas
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| Simple low all black form of comfort
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| Walk a million miles in a lifetime cuttin'
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| Surprisin by my rise and got me glidin up ya mind
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| We flyin through the sky just to feel high
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| Different time zones anywhere Ima be like
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| Supreme means of a dream the team riders is clean really rippin the scene
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| Out to get cream
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| You know what I mean, you know you know what I mean
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| Out to get cream
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| Outta, outta get cream
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| The American dream we are on a big screen
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| So open your eyes and welcome to the live
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| I’m fresh to def with a million scuffs
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| Through worn my white tee with my APC jeans
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| Black frames on complimentin the steez
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| Feelin so blessed God pressed my lean
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| Confidence through the roof couldn’t see it with a telescope
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| How you still talkin when all I hear is yellin for
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| Creatin the hype creates my height
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| Can’t Ichat so high I Skype
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| The leather on my taupe box means I’m right, right
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| You will never crease my life
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| Always ahead of my time never missin a flight
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| My chukkas all black but the whips all white
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| Aye, aye
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| The label of our life keep us fly by night
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| Don’t accept checks if the commas ain’t right
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| The rubber on our sole worth more than its price
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| The way we break it down give us 25 to life
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| Uh, Straight off the wall, chin high 5.0 grind wishin I’d fall
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| Pause
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| You know how we are, fresh out the box, shoes never laced
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| Walkin in the way, walkin, walkin in the place
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| I look in your face and tell that you a sucka
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| You never understand how we get it in our chukkas, motherfuckers |