Текст песни
the label of our life keep us fly by night
What s really good, walkin in the place, out to get cream
feelin so blessed god pressed my lean
Black frames on complimentin the steez, always ahead of my time never missin a flight Gilbere, always ahead of my time never missin a flight
You will never crease my life, all black girl what Chukkas, we flyin through the sky just to feel high
the american dream we are on a big screen
Creatin the hype creates my height, fresh out the box
Through worn my white tee with my apc jeans, you never understand how we get it in our chukkas, simple low all black form of comfort
Out to get cream, the leather on my taupe box means i m right, the rubber on our sole worth more than its price
You know you know what i mean, different time zones anywhere ima be like Forte, how you still talkin when all i hear is yellin for
Black frames on complimentin the steez, the way we break it down give us 25 to life
Walk a million miles in a lifetime cuttin, how you still talkin when all i hear is yellin for Forte, confidence through the roof couldn t see it with a telescope
y all can t tell me
Black frames on complimentin the steez, you will never crease my life Black, motherfuckers
Supreme means of a dream the team riders is clean really rippin the scene, walkin in the way
You know what i mean, black frames on complimentin the steez, i m fresh to def with a million scuffs
Shoes never laced, you know what i mean Gilbere, through worn my white tee with my apc jeans
don t accept checks if the commas ain t right
I step up in this mother fucker all black chukkas, i step up in this motherfucker all black chukkas, through worn my white tee with my apc jeans
You know how we are, black frames on complimentin the steez
supreme means of a dream the team riders is clean really rippin the scene
All black girl what, how you still talkin when all i hear is yellin for
Simple low all black form of comfort, through worn my white tee with my apc jeans
supreme means of a dream the team riders is clean really rippin the scene
You know how we are, feelin so blessed god pressed my lean
my chukkas all black but the whips all white
Motherfuckers, you know what i mean, how you still talkin when all i hear is yellin for
You know what i mean, the rubber on our sole worth more than its price Gilbere, straight off the wall
Through worn my white tee with my apc jeans, you never understand how we get it in our chukkas, walkin in the place