Wale - Nike Boots lyrics

[Hook] I'm just doin' what I gotta do Flyer than the rest of them Still got my Nike Boots Flyer than the rest of em (x5) Still got my Nike boots Southside, what up? Uptown, what up? PG, what up? MoCo, what up? [Verse 1] The revolution will proceed Unification the DMV I will achieve indeed I decree I'm forming a new alliance Oppose the one poisoning the minds - they lying I am only a fighter, in the form of a writer In the form of a poet, potency in the mic I blank out then I approach it, turn me up and I go in Haters learn to bear, I'm Lovie Smith with the vocals Lord I'm so focused more focused than I ever been So slightly pa**ed em, like the letter "n" It's DC, black jeans, black tee This that North Face rap (Wale!) you better get me PG, Riverdale, Largo, Temple Hills Cap Heights, 1-2-4, Landover, Everywhere Saratoga, 640, Berry Farms, 1-4 KDY, every corner, everybody got em on [Hook] [Verse 2] No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers It's the way we've adapted, though f** it I made it happen The most opinionated city you can make it in And still a n***a made it here I'm Neo in the matrix Knees dug deep into the pavement DMV so we used to the waiting Nobody seems to care we so complacent with the vacancy See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars It's ironic, it's the same for the artists Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars A lot of drama, a lot of beef We have so much in common, starting at the feet Goadome Nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer None like us, so none like us [Hook] [Verse 3] This where the haters is, this why they hate us here This why I hate it here, though love it, I made it here We all here, from the dealers to the kids To the squares to the fly, one thing we are aligned with Black on black Nikes that represent the lifeless lives And it reflects the plight of those fighting so If we ain't right and always at the throats Of one another at least we got our Goadome Nikes A metaphor, for the insecure If you ain't wearing no color, can't nobody say nothing One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers Melancholy we are though we all learn to love it Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage And thru all our troubles, we still walk around walk around (flyer than the rest of em) Flyer than the rest of em Flyer than the rest of em And still got my Nike Boots [Hook]