NEW SHOES

I can't do nothin' but thank God for the new shoes I ain't have a clue what to do (what to do?) Got to thank God for a lot, I ain't on the block Nigga better stop, who is you? (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 ('bout you, '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 (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 situation 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 (God, God) I can't do nothin' but thank God for the new shoes I ain't have a clue what to do (what to do) Got a thank God for a lot, I ain't on the block Nigga better stop, who is you? (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 (worried 'bout you) Never had a lot, but I made a cop and I made it pop Made it do, what it do (what it do) Punchin' in the clock, money in the box just to wear some rocks Still graduated school (still graduated school) 'Member I was bummy, now I'm gettin' money, cookin' up with Sonny Man, they said that I would lose (said that I would lose), yeah So I had to bust a move, oh, yeah, yeah