Jordan XII's

[Verse 1: Jay Spade] Pocket full of Swishers, chillin' on the block Watching out for cops in the Impala tryna get us Sky's getting darker, my eyes getting redder Babymomma drama got a nigga fed up, forget her My mind state is mozzarella, cheddar, cheese At the end of the that's what I need In order to feed my seed, in order for me to be A better man and achieve my dreams, I see The past in the rear view Better to leave it behind than keep it near you Either way gotta be careful Cause when you least expect, the past comes back to reveal you, Uh And I ain't saying I got secrets.. Nah, I'm just saying I got demons [Bridge] Some say they could walk in my Jordan XII's You better think to yourself before you put your feet in, Uh Y'all better stop sleeping 'fore the reaper starts reaping Tell these bitches stop scheming Cause you ain't smoking with me if you ain't throw no weed in [Verse 2: Jay Spade] Posted on the corner, tryna make some bucks Puffin' on a blunt, with the aroma of a stoner Very few friends, I'm a bit of a loner Cause all these hard times made my heart a little colder The boulder on my shoulder's getting heavier with everyday Plus when I ask for sunshine all I get is rain And when I ask God why? He don't reply So when I cry my middles finger's up to the sky, Uh I realize through the heart-aches and hardships That I could make the pain go away with a bong rip *Hits Bong* Then I, forget the nonsense It's me against gravity, I wonder what the odds is All these feelings that I regress, got me depressed In this world full of demons [Bridge] Some say they could walk in my Jordan XII's You better think to yourself before you put your feet in, Uh Y'all better stop sleeping 'fore the reaper starts reaping Tell these bitches stop scheming Cause you ain't smoking with me if you ain't throw no weed in