DUNKS Lyrics

Can't walk a mile in my dunks, let alone my fuckin shoes

Anti semite 450s like ignorance is new

I gotta clue what I'm doin, i'ont know about you

I'ont know about you

I remember havin friends and formidable opponents

But now it's just low blows and go homes in the mornins

Don't spend weekends at the club still very important person

And make sure to gimme my flowers like the mother fuckin florist

Have epiphanies like Tiffany & Co. its the reckoning

I think I've seen the future like the Simpsons, Matt Greggoning

Impregnate yo mind, but the kids not mine ya see

IUD, the irony of everybody tryin me

No idea what I've done, spit shit like the runs

I can't feel a thang wit a perc on my tongue

"Why can't you just hang?" Cuz death sound to fun

Plus I gotta pay rent on the first of the month

I remember havin dreams, then it all went to shit

It's why I hop up on the mic

My dawgs bite, no Michael Vick

Put somethin in yo food just to make sure you got sick

It go hook line and sinker hope you get caught like a fish

Stupid bitch (Are you fucking serious?)

Can't walk a mile in my dunks, let alone my fuckin shoes

Anti semite 450s like ignorance is new

I gotta clue what I'm doin, i'ont know about you

I'ont know about you

It go break it up, rack it up, chop it up, sniff it

Them blue suede shoes stay crispy like bacon

And the nikes on my feet, keep yo chick up in my sheets

Sumn like Nike-n-nike-n-nike-nike-nikes

See the sight just a lil bit frightin like all my life

Done beat the odds, heads or tails, bitch, I roll the dice

Wear somethin nice like Versace or Off-White

Cuz my fit kinda mean, and my car some what nice, right?

(Mmm) (What the fuck)

And i'ont know about you doe

Liquor in my glass with a splash of the jugo (Mmm)

I've been kicking it like judo

So i'ont give a fuck so they tend to gimme cudos

Another strain of consciousness, no cockiness

Kinda like I'm clocking into offices, it's obvious

I ain't really trained, but I'm down with the shloppiness

And ion't break no promises, unless I'm in a coma or sarcophagus

Call it Tutankhamen sense, smoking on pharaohs (On my side of the bed)

Then I went to court like I'm captain Jack Sparrow (There was human fecal matter)

I've been counting cards, but I call it reading tarot

Just another good fella no Robert De Niro

And I'm out