I wake up, and put on my make up
No I am not a girl, aint talkin' bout colored dust
talkin' bout 11s sixes 7s & fours
Them 14s coming out, I'm bout to go cop more
I walk in school, they don't even know what's in store
I'm the freshest and cleanest ninja that they seen for sure
Outside I'm looking rich, inside I'm feelin poor
Mother busting her ass, early mornings outside the store
Father unsupportive, he said I don't need no more
How many do you need....is it 22 or 24
Naw its 23, Jordan.....He is my idle
Jordan is to G.O.A.T. as Jesus is to The Bible
Ninjas killing ninjas over kicks with a rifle
I'm pyscho, thinking kicks make a status taller than the Eiffel
Inside I feel shy & low, but outside my kicks buff like Tybo
I know what I know, and girls love ninjas with kicks
And I love girls so that makes me official
Its a damn shame how much bread I spend on them Bred
Kicks on my mind, in the mirror I see a sneakerhead
I spend 300 on a shoe that cost 30 to make
A couple more pairs, I know my bank about to break
I care about shoes cause people care about shoes
I only do things that other people go do
Never ever am I an individual
If they stop buying kicks, I'd probably just sit still
Living my life behind the kicks is making me ill
But at least I know my image is official