[Verse 1:]
Yeah, I walk through hell in my adidas b****
Inhaling reefer and picking the scabs that life will leave you with
Eastside till my soul decide to leave this b****
Got snake skin on my shell toes
These kicks will probably make peta sick
I zone out to the 808
In the old school I let the speakers hit
My Jeremy Scott's got wings on them
I can levitate in these sneakers b****
This color scheme is so fresh and clean
p**** n**** you ain't got these
Got the Michael Jackson with the straps on 'em
I can moon walk Billie Jean(hee)
Sip promethazine in a limousine
Top ten's were winter green
I'll stomp a hater in 3 stripes
And get blood stains on my denim jeans
Lace them up and then scrap in them
Dope boys they trap in them
Jam master j he scratched in them
Run dmc rapped in them (run!)
B-boys they pop locked
Tear subways in the south Bronx
Made hip hop in these sneakers
Running through project halls when the cops come
Ghetto kids with dreams
Trying to live life and don't know the outcome
It's history in these sneakers b****
I had to shout them out on the album
Cause they
[Hook]
Dope boy fresh
Open casket clean
Rick James faded
Smoking gasoline
Eastside till I die
3 stripes on my sneakers
b**** I'm in my zone
Flexing hard homie
In my adidas
[Verse 2:]
Rest in peace to the MCA's
A-d-I-d-a
Yes I'm so fresh to death throw me in the crematory
I was on the s*** so prematurely
As an adolescent, p***scent teen
Outfit was on guillotine
And my shoe game was open casket clean
I'm a sneaker addict and I need a fix
Polo with these stan smiths
West Memphis s*** with these high tops
Paid a grip for these d*** kicks
It's art on my feet b****
Like Warhol on a canvas
My girlfriend say I need help
I got a sick fetish for this bread b****
My homeboy went to jail in them
The next day he made bail in them
Got a pair of das so d*** cold
With the leopard print and the tail in them
Get p***** off when I scuff them up
I toss them out when I f*** them up
Get a fresh pair the next day
With 4 straps they buckle up
This the brand that I represent
Put that on a testament
This eastside these 3 stripes
I step out so elegant
Made hip hop in these sneakers
To them I pledge of allegiance
It's me against the world
Middle finger to my foe in my adidas
Yeah, I walk through hell in my adidas b****
Inhaling reefer and picking the scabs that life will leave you with
Eastside till my soul decide to leave this b****
Got snake skin on my shell toes
These kicks will probably make peta sick
I zone out to the 808
In the old school I let the speakers hit
My Jeremy Scott's got wings on them
I can levitate in these sneakers b****
This color scheme is so fresh and clean
p**** n**** you ain't got these
Got the Michael Jackson with the straps on 'em
I can moon walk Billie Jean(hee)
Sip promethazine in a limousine
Top ten's were winter green
I'll stomp a hater in 3 stripes
And get blood stains on my denim jeans
Lace them up and then scrap in them
Dope boys they trap in them
Jam master j he scratched in them
Run dmc rapped in them (run!)
B-boys they pop locked
Tear subways in the south Bronx
Made hip hop in these sneakers
Running through project halls when the cops come
Ghetto kids with dreams
Trying to live life and don't know the outcome
It's history in these sneakers b****
I had to shout them out on the album
Cause they
[Hook]
Dope boy fresh
Open casket clean
Rick James faded
Smoking gasoline
Eastside till I die
3 stripes on my sneakers
b**** I'm in my zone
Flexing hard homie
In my adidas
[Verse 2:]
Rest in peace to the MCA's
A-d-I-d-a
Yes I'm so fresh to death throw me in the crematory
I was on the s*** so prematurely
As an adolescent, p***scent teen
Outfit was on guillotine
And my shoe game was open casket clean
I'm a sneaker addict and I need a fix
Polo with these stan smiths
West Memphis s*** with these high tops
Paid a grip for these d*** kicks
It's art on my feet b****
Like Warhol on a canvas
My girlfriend say I need help
I got a sick fetish for this bread b****
My homeboy went to jail in them
The next day he made bail in them
Got a pair of das so d*** cold
With the leopard print and the tail in them
Get p***** off when I scuff them up
I toss them out when I f*** them up
Get a fresh pair the next day
With 4 straps they buckle up
This the brand that I represent
Put that on a testament
This eastside these 3 stripes
I step out so elegant
Made hip hop in these sneakers
To them I pledge of allegiance
It's me against the world
Middle finger to my foe in my adidas