Sweats & Kicks
| Title | Sweats & Kicks |
|---|---|
| Artist | Athletic Mic League |
| Album | Sweats and Kicks |
| Release Date | (not set) |
| Description | ? |
| Lyrics | [Intro] Ya'll should know Half of ya'll ain't gonna understand [Verse 1: Vital] I ain't a po' pimp, I'm a rich bum You know Wes, hoodie down and gray sweats Don't step, like you wanna get And if you trying to toss grenades, I wouldn't trust those arms See I get my kicks at a discount MJs, patent leather with a death ray Add campaign mega forceful Label me the walking billboard for the corporate... Tags, like fuck Vietnamese Believe in Nike as long as they tell me they have clean working facilities Purchase [Hook] Don't hate because we what you ain't (it's pro-nasty!) It's just the way my player splay (so don't ask me!) Respect the way we do our thing (uh, cause it's the best it gets) The way we dress, it ain't gon' ever change (yeah-yeah, sweats and kicks) [Verse 2: ] You got, suits and ties... Air Force Ones and blue jeans They say clothes reflect the human being How you gon' be pro nas' without the uniform? So once a year I shop You might also likeBut more than that, it's a mindset See, we get it on You feeling these, I got plenty more All I drop So don't ignore the significance As loose as my sweats and kicks fit, that's how we living this [Interlude} Say Say [Verse 3: ] It's the mentality of a player and the life of a hustler That puts the insight Soundtrack of a mack, slash streetwise customer Half of its what I wear, the other half I'm passionate about what some of ya'll are fucking up Too loose for creases is the way of life for most of us Mindstate I smoke some potent stuff, it's all in my eyes It's the way I play the game that's got me boggling minds 'Fore you can steady my style I make it harder to find By getting my work off the street 'for the cops start to get wise We keep living like this we might rule shit Stay dressed in the smoothest Sometimes I can spend sixty Sometimes I'm penny-pinching Sometimes I get expensive Depends on which end of the line of scrimmages Reaching the farthest for the garments that's out of arms length The problem's when you can't look within, you search for something else When life is how you living and how you present yourself [Hook] [Verse 4: Grand Cee] Designer jeans and Timbs is what hangs from my limbs The out of town clothes pimp Hell yeah I take trips So I can cop the latest When I come back home I stay looking the greatest Wack-geared MCs can't take this Mic League shows up "Loving your style!" Only wear a scarf the color of burgundy I step off in They get to tripping, wanting to grab and pull Baby, please calm down, my coat is lambs wool You done scuffed up my Timbs, bitch that ain't cool [Verse 5: ] Loosen up, bruh I ain't got time for a Similac breath child You got it confused when I say "Game tight to death", ouch! Sweats and kicks now You woulda known We ride out like the headless horsemen with shoe endorsements It's so easy Kicks so bright it might raise your eyebrows Can't you taste the flavor, when it smacks you in the mouth? Yeah I'm back up in the house With the new windbreaker To show off what I'm using to step on you haters [Verse 6: ] Oh, so saucy baby Your gear cost two-hundred, mine cause me eighty Oh, so saucy baby That's why we stay flyer than the average flosser Oh, so saucy baby |