NIKES ON MY FEET (Back in the Day) Lyrics

Rest In Peace Mac, let us bring it back

Nikes On My Feet Keep my cypher complete

Nik Nik Nik Nik Nik Nik Nik Nike's

And Nikes On My Feet Keep my cypher complete

Nik Nik Nik Nik Nik Nik Nik Nike's

And the Nik Nik Nikes Nik Nik Nikes Nik Ni Ni Nik Ni Ni Nike's

And Nikes On My Feet Keep my cypher complete

Nik Nik Nik Nik Nik Nik Nik Nike's

Back in the day when I was a teenager

Filled with mad love and some anger

Da freestyles bangers

Finest of the flavors

But I didn't give a fuck about the dangers

Never went to school much

Robotussin in the cup

Then we roll a blunt

All the hunnies new of us

So we'd always say wassup

Always actin tough

But we had mad love

Pop an adderal

Play some basketball

We was having fun I ain't mad at all

In school yard actin too hard

Maybe took it too far

Cops were always on us

I could rap but couldn't place a comma

Smokin trees find the inner peace

Like I'm Dali lama

Fill the void from my missin momma

Got in mad trouble

I was bad Made me real humble

Crime life had me suckled

Always fucked up

Always seeing doubles

Learn a life lesson through the stuggle

Rockin Air Force of course

Stealing from the stores

Always wanting more

Like an encore

We was just kids

Learnin how to live

With a dollar a wish

Let me pass the swish

Yeah

While we sit and reminisce

Nikes On My Feet Keep my cypher complete

Nik Nik Nik Nik Nik Nik Nik Nike's

And Nikes On My Feet Keep my cypher complete

Nik Nik Nik Nik Nik Nik Nik Nike's

And the Nik Nik Nikes Nik Nik Nikes Nik Ni Ni Nik Ni Ni Nike's

And Nikes On My Feet Keep my cypher complete

Nik Nik Nik Nik Nik Nik Nik Nike's

Rap was my therapist

Enjoy every moment I would cherish it

Didn't care about much but I cared about this

Writings all the wall I would stare at it

Never demonstrated what a proper marriage is

So women I would treat em carealess

But boys will be boys

Makin mad noise

We had fun times in the sunshine

Tryin to get back to that

Never average cats

Spittin average raps

I remember that

Sparkin in the parkin lots

No rules applied

Takin joy rides

Stayin fly

Nikes on the feet that I did comply

Yo The Family life was tough

So the Hip hop stuff wheres I got my love

When I didn't feel enough

Rip to all these rappers up above

Yeah I had to escape

Through headphones and beat tapes

Stayin up late tryin to keep my mental state straight

Music was the only place that I felt safe

Eyyyy

Anyways I thank the rainy days

Helped me pave the way

Found my path being led astray

I bring it back with some closet raps

And this phat beat sport the Nikes on the feet

The Cyphers complete