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? '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 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 grimey stuff Yo, I'd been stuck hustlin' if it wasn't for hip hop Yo, fuck the shit 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 like someone that's played out I came 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 Mrs- Franklin gettin' the Benjamin Franklins When you see G-O-D, be sure to thank him But please don't trip '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 Lace my chucks up Yeah my boy, that's what the fuck we on In LA-, its 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, this 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-drr You know what that is, it means my gun's loaded Black Chuck Taylors with the tongues folded '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 Ayy, ayy, lemme hit that Lemme hit that though (coughs) Smokin', no jokin', straight locin' Half inch cuffs, Chucks laced up, I lace my chucks up With the effervescent fat laces, grey, blue and plus I got that extra strength [?], 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 are spread through the air like spears I got them all white, all blue, grey, black [?] These niggas weird The pirate comes out, young Blackbeard Now look nigga (Ah) 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, homey, no one'll survive Listen, I'm sick of- Hold on, 'cause, give me a motherfuckin' mic nig-