Poor Boy Nike

I had to kill for the Nike So many dropped before my Nike I killed the dead soul Mikey The one that truly liked me I had to kill for that Nike So many bitches got feisty Fuckin cowards with that fake shit Too lit up to come face me No, pocket money no, big money sick with money love Pop girls in the backseat, poppin pills and excy Dinner was a banquet, actin like I'm bankin Better not get involved I will never stop Boy such a mean person and I do not like that To survive the street, love and peace don't have an affect Boy such a sick person and I do not like that Such a mean and sick person I know how you like that Bitch Wear Nike Wear Nike Wear Nike I don't check the other lines, brainwashed to like it Walk Nike Walk Nike Walk Nike I don't check the other lines, brainwashed to like it