K.R.E.A.M. U-N-I

[Intro:]
Word up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang)
Two for fives over here baby
Word up, two for fives, niggas got garbage down the way
Word up, check this ol’ fly shit out, word up
Step on my shoes, I will kill you
Knew he had a crew, that weren’t no punk
In their Spitfire shirts and SB dunks
Step on my shoes, I will kill you
Yeah

[Verse 1: Y-O]
Size ten, maybe ten and a half
Good condition, for many years they last
Creative Recs, Vans, DCs
Alife, Supreme are the pumps on my feet
Shoe color is bright
Fuck it, all of those above you can catch in the night
It’s like, walk the streets with my Nike SBs
Purposely place the fat tongue in front of jeans
(Be cautious ‘round these)
Put frowns on faces, my kick game is so mean
Your shoes are [?] to hear you need aid
Release a couple sprays from my Nike Air Raids
No matter what the cost is
Me without kicks on my feet is Rasheed without forces
And while I spit that shit
Notice that these Fifth Element kicks hang from my neck
Church