Poor Boy Nike

I had to kill for the Nike
So many dropped before my Nike
I killed the dead soul Mikey
The one that truly liked me

I had to kill for that Nike
So many bitches got feisty
Fuckin cowards with that fake shit
Too lit up to come face me

No, pocket money no, big money sick with money love
Pop girls in the backseat, poppin pills and excy
Dinner was a banquet, actin like I'm bankin
Better not get involved I will never stop

Boy such a mean person and I do not like that
To survive the street, love and peace don't have an affect
Boy such a sick person and I do not like that
Such a mean and sick person I know how you like that

Bitch

Wear Nike
Wear Nike
Wear Nike
I don't check the other lines, brainwashed to like it

Walk Nike
Walk Nike
Walk Nike
I don't check the other lines, brainwashed to like it



Credits
Writer(s): Taeuk Hur
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