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I'm just doin' what I gotta' do flyin' with the rest of em' still got my Nike BootsFlyin' with the rest of em X5Still got my nike BootsSouth side what upUptown What upB&g what upThe revolution will proceedUnification of the dmv I will achieve indeedI decree I'm forming a new allianceOppose the one poisoning the mindsThey lyingI am only a fighterIn the form of a writerIn the form of a poetPotency in the micI blank out then I approach itTurn me up and I go inHaters learn to BearI'm Lovie Smith with the vocalsLord I'm so focused more focused than I ever beenSo slightly passed em, like the letter "n"It's DC, black jeans, black teeThis that North Face rap, WALE, you better get mePG, Riverdale, Largo, Temple Hills, Cap Heights, 124, Landover, EverywhereSaratoga, 640, Berry Farms, 1-4, KDY, every corner, everybody got em onFlyer than the rest of emSongtexteno congressional reppers, no respectable rappersIt's the way we've adapted, don't forget I made it happenThe most opinionated city you can make it inAnd still a nigga made it hereI'm Neo in the matrixKnees dug deep into the pavementDMV so we used to the waitingNobody seems to care we so complacent with the vacancySee, the love is gone with one another, it's hardNobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them starsIt's ironic, it's the same for the artistsRather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the starsA lot of dramaA lot of beefWe have so much in common, starting at the feetGoadome Nikes, the cortazone of the poem writerNone like usSo none like usFlyer than the rest of emthis where the haters isThis why they hate us hereThis why I hate it hereThough love it, I made it hereWe all here, from the dealers to the kidsTo the squares to the flyOne thing we are aligned withBlack on black NikesThat represent the lifeless livesAnd it reflects the plight of those fighting soIf we ain't right and always at the throatsOf one another at least we got our Goadome Nikes aMetaphor, for the insecureIf you ain't wearing no color, can't nobody say nothingOne can never be judged when he dress like his brothersMelancholy we are though we all learn to love itPessimistic we areCarry odds like luggageAnd through all our troublesWe still walk around walk around(flyer than the rest of em)Flyer than the rest of emFlyer than the rest of emAnd still got my Nike Boots Aus Songtexte Mania