NEW SHOES - 2KBABY

I can’t do nothin' but thank God for the new shoes

I ain’t have a clue what to do

Gotta thank God for a lot, I ain’t on the block

Nigga better stop, who is you?

They gon' talk a lot when you not on top, now I’m hot

Now a nigga cop what he wanna cop off the lot

Why they worry about what a nigga got?

Ayy

Bitch, I ain’t worried 'bout you

Never had a lot, but I made a cop and I made it pop

Made it do what it do

Punchin' in the clock, money in the box just to wear some rocks

Still graduated school

'Member I was bummy, now I’m gettin' money, cookin' up with Sonny

Man, they said that I would lose, yeah

So I had to bust a move, oh, yeah, yeah

Mama cried on Christian really sittin' in the back seat

I was only tryna make our sister way too happy

I know you probably love me more if I had stayed a athlete

So I been runnin' through these fuckin' hundreds like a track meet

Then ever since we fell out, I ain’t kept up with my acne

I been solo-doloing, ain’t had them on the back knee

Heard word around the city, man, some niggas wanna whack me

Four hundred, Taylor totin', tell a nigga, «Come get at me,"yeah

I’m in the game now

I took my brothers out the ghetto and I ain’t changed now

I love they mothers like no other through my veins now

Neck clutter when I rock a couple chains now

Best cover when I tell you that the gang slide

Next bust’ll come through bustin' at the same time

Bad bustin', 'bout two hundred, set the lane fire

Chest burnin' from his burner, I just thank God

I can’t do nothin' but thank God for the new shoes

I ain’t have a clue what to do

Gotta thank God for a lot, I ain’t on the block

Nigga better stop, who is you?

They gon' talk a lot when you not on top, now I’m hot

Now a nigga cop what he wanna cop off the lot

Why they worry about what a nigga got?

Ayy (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Bitch, I ain’t worried 'bout you

Never had a lot, but I made a cop and I made it pop

Made it do what it do (Yeah)

Punchin' in the clock, money in the box just to wear some rocks

Still graduated school (Yeah)

'Member I was bummy, now I’m gettin' money, cookin' up with Sonny

Man, they said that I would lose, yeah

So I had to bust a move, oh, yeah, yeah