Scuffin' Your Nikes

The act you putting on I know it aint real
We thorough out here working hard to stack a mil'
My dogs gon' eat your food if they ain't had their meals
Your enemies doin better than you, tell me how that feel
I'm tired of being these little nigga's life raft
And dont tell me about your little issues because I might laugh
I'll let you off with a warning and a light pass
Ramadan demeanor why? nigga, because my life fast
Told Yaph "fuck them all and lets not be fair"
We pullin up and by the time we arrive you better not be there
Thought this nigga was opp but thats my brother
My optics was wrong my opps the opposite colour
My homie said hit him if there's a problem
And there wont be
I know people serving dope fiends
And after they lift that weight they don't drink no protein
Maliik anti social and he so mean
Never got along with clowns and goofy nigga
If we on bad terms think you should look in mirrors
If we got latched trust me we said no words
Jewish lawyer fight the case call him Goldberg
So w telling me if we snitch we really going to jail
If we stay down we might go home for real?
That don't sound like a choice for others it just might be
Sixfxxtunder take your bitch and Scuffin' Your Nikes, yeah

Scuffin' Your Nikes
Sixfxxtunder take your bitch
And Scuffin' Your Nikes
Hey
Scuffin' Your Nikes
And she ask me if I'm high, said "Shawty I might be"
Hey
"Shawty I might be"
Hey
Shout out my nigga one time

Boutta turn twenty-five
Still don't feel alive
Running through a pack of woods
Just to get me high
Another day like Talib we just getting by
Cut some people off
Spread my wings time to let them fly
Rookie year Brandon Jennings Bout them big bucks
Line a couple plays, the money coming in influx
Stretch Malik and Drayn
The only ones I been trust
Stank face on I tell the shorty to fix up
But she already knew that
Kick push and coast
It's time to bring the cool back
Cash rule everything
It's like we brought the Wu back
Rest In Peace to Pop
I wish I could bring the woo back
shit feel like when Stella got her groove back
Welcome to the city nah but ain't nothin new jack
Smoke the competition
Get to lighting like some new pack
Talkin out your lip, that ain't something that we do man
I been milly rocking on the way to millions
Ain't here to make friends nigga fuck ya feelings
I'm jus going on about my business
Stepping to the kid, big mistake that's a bad decision
It's bout time I get back in my zone
Had to take it up a level, I did that on my own
Couple niggas moving funny but I always had suspicions
And you mf's is doomed if I decide to play the villain mothafucka



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Writer(s): Malik Scott
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