Chucks lyrics

[Intro]
You're within your right to be wrong
It's only my opinion, no one has to agree
But if I'm wrong, who has a greater right to be?

[Hook: Blu]
Cause I hit em with a whoa-
Lace my chucks up
Cause I hit em with a whoa-
Lace my chucks
Cause I hit em with a whoa-
Lace my chucks up
Cause I hit em with a whoa-
Threw on my white socks with my all blue chucks

[Verse 1: Blu]
Laced my chucks up, bust in the building holdin' my gun up
Giannis in my pockets, yo, I'm tryna get my bucks up
Tough luck, growing up, times was rough
And hardships can leave your foresight blind as f*ck
And I ain't gotta ask about yours, mine's enough
To remind me of the grimy stuff
Yo, I'd been stuck hustlin' if it wasn't for hip hop
And f— the s— you're uttering, I rap more than gift shops
If you tryna get props, my advice is get your own style
Don't be coming out sounding likе someone that's played out
I camе out with the debut record Below the Heavens
But above the clouds is where I was aiming to place my message
Hoping someone will catch it, and recycle the blessing
I be rewriting my records like I'm tryna perfect this
Respect it, like Ms. Franklin gettin' the Benjamin Franklins
When you see G.O.D., be sure to thank him
But please don't trip
[Hook: Blu]
Cause I hit em with a whoa-
Lace my chucks up
Cause I hit em with a whoa-
Lace my chucks
Cause I hit em with a whoa-
Lace my chucks up
Cause I hit em with a whoa-
Threw on my white socks with my all blue chucks

[Verse 2: KXNG Crooked]
Lace my chucks up, yeah my boy, that's what the f*ck we on
In L.A., it's Child's Play, got my Chuckys on
The rap game is my b*tch, tell her hubby's home
Get to Grands like Puba when he had that rugby on
I made a way, I outsmart haters with hard labor
Get large papers then caught vapors
Slicing you demons with a dark saber like Darth Vader
Drawing guns like an art major at the art gala, it's the Charles Taylors
With boss players, all sparkin' some purple
Like the logo on my Chucks, its all stars in my circle
The COB squad is eternal, we all causin' inferno
This the diary of an inmate, it's all bars in my journal (Yeah!)
I'm writing what I live and let the thugs quote it
I'm walkin' around, I got that d-d-d-d-drrrr
You know what that is, it means my gun's loaded
Black Chuck Taylors with the tongues folded
[Hook: Blu]
Cause I hit em with a whoa-
Lace my chucks up
Cause I hit em with a whoa-
Lace my chucks
Cause I hit em with a whoa-
Lace my chucks up
Cause I hit em with a whoa-
Threw on my white socks with my all blue chucks

[Verse 3: Kurupt]
Ayy, ayy, lemme hit that, lemme hit that though (coughs)
Smokin', no jokin', straight locin'
Half inch cuffs, Chucks laced up, I lace my chucks up
With the effervescent fat laces, grey, blue and plus
I got that extra strength Tylenol to reach all walls
Shots echo through halls, teflon, fentanyl
Listen, heh, or maybe you just can't hear
Cause that sound barrier's punctured, eclipsing ears
These sound waves is spread through the air like spears
I got them all white, all blue, grey, black, red, these n*ggas weird
The pirate comes out, young Blackbeard
Now look n*gga (Ahhh)
Hah, I could rent a cop like I could rent a car
Big business, so I'll never see the yard
I got hoes on standby, make your heart stop
Through words I'm givin' n*ggas anaphylactic shock
I was born to live, born to live and die
You die to live, born to try and live and die
I don't try, I do, I don't forgive, I cry
Tears of pain in my chucks, throwin' my hood up high
Peanut butter insides inside my ride
I was born to ride, c*ck it back and let off five
f*ck these n*ggas, cause each one of y'all gon' die
When the homies come through, homey, no one'll survive
Listen, I'm sick of-
Hold on, cuz, give me a motherf*ckin' mic nig-