Kicks
Ain't nothin' fresher than my
Ain't nothin' fresher than my
Ain't nothin' fresher than my
Limited release, had to pull up early
Number 33 on the back of my jersey
I'm an all star, from low to high tops
The line's for five blocks, can't wait 'til they drop
My kicks, kicks, kicks
Ain't nothin' fresher, no one's stepping on my kicks, kicks, kicks
They be like, "What are those? Those soles are sick, sick, sick"
I be like, 'Sure you right", paparazzi takin' pics
They want the kicks, they want the drip
They want the heat and they know who's lit
We stroll the streets, laced up, don't trip (don't trip)
Don't trip
I like custom Nikes (whoa)
Gucci suit me nicely
Prada make 'em pricey
No one wears 'em like me
My soles got soul
I've been this gold since I was three years old
I'm going for my goals, soaring high to the stars
It's more than what you wear, represent who you are
Just when you think I'm high enough, high enough
I'm 'bout to take it higher up, higher up
Leaving gravity, I'm fired up, fired up
It's a King-6 release, bro
Ain't nothin' fresher than my kicks, kicks, kicks
Ain't nothin' fresher, no one's stepping on my kicks, kicks, kicks
They be like, "What are those? Those soles are sick, sick, sick"
I be like, 'Sure you right", paparazzi takin' pics
(Snip, snip)
It's hard to explain the game and what it means
From the sketch on a page to the stitch on the seams
From the OGs to Hyperstrike color schemes
Don't sleep on me, homie, I design in my dreams
'Cause everything's fine in my dreams
I can fly in my dreams, sky high in my dreams
But I fall down to Earth when the alarm clock rings
Back to reality
I'm only 17
Man!
I should be makin' Nike
I should be makin' Reebok
You should be checkin' Hypebeast
To cop my new Adidas
I should be hitting new heights
I'm coming for the kingdom
Dead stock, just watch me change the world with my kicks (with my kicks)
I glide, I slide, I fly with my kicks
You can tell a lot about me by the way I wear my kicks, kicks, kicks (ah ah)
Ain't nothin' fresher, no one's stepping on my kicks, kicks, kicks
They be like, "What are those? Those soles are sick, sick, sick"
I be like, sho' you right, paparazzi takin' pics, pics, pics
Ain't nothin' fresher than my kicks
Ain't nothin' fresher than my
Ain't nothin' fresher than my
Limited release, had to pull up early
Number 33 on the back of my jersey
I'm an all star, from low to high tops
The line's for five blocks, can't wait 'til they drop
My kicks, kicks, kicks
Ain't nothin' fresher, no one's stepping on my kicks, kicks, kicks
They be like, "What are those? Those soles are sick, sick, sick"
I be like, 'Sure you right", paparazzi takin' pics
They want the kicks, they want the drip
They want the heat and they know who's lit
We stroll the streets, laced up, don't trip (don't trip)
Don't trip
I like custom Nikes (whoa)
Gucci suit me nicely
Prada make 'em pricey
No one wears 'em like me
My soles got soul
I've been this gold since I was three years old
I'm going for my goals, soaring high to the stars
It's more than what you wear, represent who you are
Just when you think I'm high enough, high enough
I'm 'bout to take it higher up, higher up
Leaving gravity, I'm fired up, fired up
It's a King-6 release, bro
Ain't nothin' fresher than my kicks, kicks, kicks
Ain't nothin' fresher, no one's stepping on my kicks, kicks, kicks
They be like, "What are those? Those soles are sick, sick, sick"
I be like, 'Sure you right", paparazzi takin' pics
(Snip, snip)
It's hard to explain the game and what it means
From the sketch on a page to the stitch on the seams
From the OGs to Hyperstrike color schemes
Don't sleep on me, homie, I design in my dreams
'Cause everything's fine in my dreams
I can fly in my dreams, sky high in my dreams
But I fall down to Earth when the alarm clock rings
Back to reality
I'm only 17
Man!
I should be makin' Nike
I should be makin' Reebok
You should be checkin' Hypebeast
To cop my new Adidas
I should be hitting new heights
I'm coming for the kingdom
Dead stock, just watch me change the world with my kicks (with my kicks)
I glide, I slide, I fly with my kicks
You can tell a lot about me by the way I wear my kicks, kicks, kicks (ah ah)
Ain't nothin' fresher, no one's stepping on my kicks, kicks, kicks
They be like, "What are those? Those soles are sick, sick, sick"
I be like, sho' you right, paparazzi takin' pics, pics, pics
Ain't nothin' fresher than my kicks
Credits
Writer(s): Antonina Armato, Timothy James Price, Thomas Armato Sturges, Adam P. Schmalholz
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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