Lyrics Lace Up - Stro, Dave East

Lace Up

Man I gotta come clean like a maid with you
I been on my everybody drop when I drop (Yeah, uh)
Look at shorty, she support bra, liftin' up her top
Never not on my grind
New York City time
'Nother brother better, you will never find (Swish, swish)
(Uh) I been in my bag like groceries
Competition shouldn’t take shots, take notes please (Yeah yeah, uh)
Reportin' live from the winner side
Grade A Tribe keep a different vibe
Is you down to ride?
Never tired, you will never know, you ain’t never tried
Work it out, hit the gym, hit the field, get the win
Ayo, I need that, big chips, man, I need that
Hustle hard on the job, you could see that
All my hittas' real good, we don’t need ya feedback
They clear the way when my crew comin' through
(What I do?) Lace-up the shoes, chase W’s
(What I do?) Lace-up the shoes, chase W’s
(Now what I do?) Lace-up the shoes, chase W’s
Murder beats, leave it on the street, case on the news
What I do?
Lace-up my shoes, chase W’s
Grape colored Coupes
Uno, no, I can’t be number two (Not me)
MVP, the league most valuable, they sweet as apple juice (Sweet)
Talkin' trophies, I done grabbed a few, can’t match this attitude (Nah)
I wear my heart on my sleeve, please
I move like the wind, can’t catch this breeze, freeze (Freeze)
Stop you in yo' tracks, this not no pre-season (Pre-season)
We seekin' W’s like 2Pac used to throw up (Throw up)
Forget it, might as well forfeit, yo team shouldn’t even show up
«What you wanna be when you grow up?»
They used to ask me
Naturally, I chose an athlete
Competition never matched me, we ain’t go together (Nuh-uh)
Like camouflage and polka-dots
Focus on ya position, just know ya spot sure, don’t stop (Stop)
It’s a long season (Long)
They plannin' on winnin' for the wrong reasons (For the wrong reasons)
Tryna get my number retired, can’t let these frauds beat us
I figured out the recipe
Never let opponents get the best of me
I’m focused on my legacy, ah
Ayo, I need that, big chips, man, I need that
Hustle hard on the job, you could see that
All my hittas' real good, we don’t need ya feedback
They clear the way when my crew comin' through
(What I do?) Lace-up the shoes, chase W’s
(What I do?) Lace-up the shoes, chase W’s
(And what I do?) Lace-up the shoes, chase W’s
Murder beats, leave it on the street, case on the news