Nike Shoe Box 2.0 Lou Phelps (Ft. JasonMartin)

[Intro: Problem]
Yeah, on God

[Verse 1: Problem]
Alright, scrap, it's time to put some facts in it (Uh-huh)
My Nike shoe box kept a hundred racks in it (On God)
2010, pound-for-pound, I was the best boxer (On God)
The money kept my chest pokin' out like breast doctors (What?)
2XT Shaka (What?), Dicky shorts and high whites
Wild nights turned to highlights if she was my type
Grind right, I found me that guidance to keep my mind tight
Learned quick I can't get paper with ya 'less your vibe's right
Glide right, shoebox full of hundreds what my eyes like
And a thick thing, ponytail high, eyes light
Every day's a gamble, homeboy, what's your odds like?
Deal yourself a mill' and still not play your cards right
Real life, kept these bars tight, been the boss type
Word life, I can spot imposters, what yo' sauce like?
Stood tall and walk right through any situation
My squabble up is mean, bro, I done laid them demonstrations
Told them niggas pull up, I done sent them invitations
Willing to bet it's 'bout a broad any time a nigga hatin'
Poetic with these statements, tryin' to make real shit contagious
You get it bro? Don't blow it like that EDD in Vegas
I see y'all (Bruh), huh
Fuckin' off that Nike shoebox bread
Huh
I see you, mami, giving out shoebox head