m just doin' what I gotta' do flyin' with the rest of em' still got my Nike Boots 
flyin' with the rest of em X5 
still got my nike Boots 
South side what up 
Uptown What up 
B&g what up 
The revolution will proceed 
unification of 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 passed 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, 124, Landover, Everywhere 
Saratoga, 640, Berry Farms, 1-4, KDY, every corner, everybody got em on 
flyer than the rest of em 

no congressional reppers, no respectable rappers 
it's the way we've adapted, don't forget I made it happen 
the most opinionated city you can make it in 
and still a [bad word] 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 [bad word] with the vacancy 
see, the love is gone with one another, it's hard 
nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars 

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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 [bad word]  starting at the feet 
Goadome Nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer 
none like us 
so none like us 
flyer than the rest of em 

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 [bad word] 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