Spark Master Tape - Nikes (SWOUP MIX) lyrics

[Verse 1: Spark Master Tape] My kindness hated misportrayed onto a jaded generation of complacent racists racing and a pace to stuff they faces sh** I'm all about the money, this money leaves you tasteless With a secret in your attic and two body's in your basement I'm faceless, sick of all the judgements and they faces Fukk all those who made it and to all of those who famous With the b**hes and the riches and the hoes up in the house They don't care about your Nikes and some blow [Hook: Frank Ocean] These b**hes want Nikes They looking for a check Tell 'em it ain't likely Said she need a ring like Carmelo Must be on that white like Othello All you want is Nikes But the real ones Just like you Just like me [Verse 2: Frank Ocean] I don't play, I don't make time But if you need dick I got you and I yam from the line Pour up for A$AP RIP Pimp C RIP Trayvon, that n***a look just like me Woo, f**in' buzzin', woo! That my little cousin, he got a little trade His girl keep the scales, a little mermaid We out by the pool, some little mermaids Me and them gel Like twigs with them bangs Now that's a real mermaid You been holding your breath Weighted down Punk madre, punk papa [Verse 3: Spark Master Tape] I call my sober moments visions of my truth but I don't do too well Live between the streets an old couch and my old county jail Everything they start to rest they say I'm bound to fail so I leave the crib without a dream and no amount for bail They blame the gang for being lame and only talking chains I blame the gang talkin' dreams to catch some pocket change I blame the change of all this makes when they start gettin' paid But the blame, the blame is on me at the end of the day And all we just do is get played With a big check and a house on the way And the Bugatti I got it in grey Got a Ducati in Chesapeake Bay All of my homies still dead in the grave (all of my homies still dead in the grave) All of this money, you counting the change? [Verse 4: Frank Ocean] He don't care for me But he cares for me And that's good enough We don't talk much or nothin' But when we talkin' about something We have good discussion I met his friends last week, feels like they're up to something That's good for us We'll let you guys prophesy We'll let you guys prophesy We gon' see the future first We'll let you guys prophesy We gon' see the future first Living so the last night feels like a past life Speaking of the, don't know what got into people Devil be possessin' homies, demons try to body jump Why you think I'm in this b**h wearing a f**ing Yarmulke Acid on me like the rain Weed crumbles into glitter Rain, glitter We laid out on this wet floor Away turf, no Astro Mesmerized how the strobes glow Look at all the people feet dance I know that your n***a came with you But he ain't with you We only human and it's humid in these Balmains I mean my balls sticking in my jeans We breathin' pheromones, Amber Rose Sippin' pink-gold lemonades Feelin' I may be younger but I'll look after you We're not in love, but I'll make love to you When you're not here I'll save some for you I'm not him but I'll mean something to you I'll mean something to you I'll mean something to you You got a roommate, he'll hear what we do It's only awkward if you're f**ing him too