Mac Miller — Nikes on My Feet

[Intro: Mac Miller] Woah Haha, yeah [Chorus: Nas & Mac Miller] And the Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes And the Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes (Hey, hey) Nike-Nike-Nikes (Hey), Nike-Nike-Nikes (Haha) Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes (We just some motherfuckin' kids) Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete (Just some motherfuckin' kids) Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes [Verse 1: Mac Miller] Ayy, lace 'em up, lace 'em up, lace 'em up, lace 'em Blue suede shoes stay crispy like bacon Nikes on my feet make my cypher complete, uh I stay shining like the lights on the street in the night Revis take me shoppin' when I'm up in New York Hit the shoe store, go and cop a few more You at the mall getting dinner at the food court I'm in LA eatin' twenty-two course Young boss, bitch, paper in my pockets I got a closet filled with shoeboxes Mom said my spending habit little bit obnoxious But a pilot stay fresh up in his cockpit Used to rock hand-me-downs Now I buy some clothes, wear 'em out Hit the club, bitches pull they cameras out Livin' in a dream, they beginnin' to believe My hotel smell like cigarettes and weed Shit, with what I'm spittin', they should give me a degree Good liquor, what I'm sippin' isn't cheap, uh Finna blow, don't snooze, don't sleep All I really need is some shoes on my feet [Chorus: Nas & Mac Miller] And the Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes And the Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes Nike-Nike-Nikes (Hey), Nike-Nike-Nikes (Hey) Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes (Hey) Nike-Nike-Nikes (Uh), Nike-Nike-Nikes (We just some motherfuckin' kids, haha) Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes [Verse 2: Mac Miller] I make 'em so mad, they got no swag Pippens on my feet, they the throwbacks, look My money good, but these hoes bad So they stay attached to my gonads, uh Wakin' up to a few L's Open up my closet to that new shoe smell I guess I'm doin' well Smokin' all the weed that I used to sell But once my album goes in the shelves It's going Nextel how it's finna sell For now, we're sellin' tapes out my shoebox Any spot, just set up my shop You're mad that your girl always says that I'm hot She buyin' my t-shirts, but she spendin' your guap, uh Say, "What up?" if you see me around Nike Airs separate my feet from the ground, it's just [Chorus: Nas & Mac Miller] And the Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes (Yeah) And the Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes Nike-Nike-Nikes, Nike-Nike-Nikes Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nike-Nikes Nike-Nike-Nikes, Nike-Nike-Nikes