Drop tops

Intro

Yeah…

I earned this shit.

Hook

Drop top down, let the whole block see

Fresh kicks on, yeah, these ain’t cheap

Talk shit all you want, don’t bother me

I was broke as fuck, now I’m hard to beat

Nice shoes, yeah, I stepped on hell (hell hell hell)

Every win got a story to tell (tell tell tell)

I don’t fake this life, I know it well

Now I ride real smooth, go to hell (hell hell hell)

Verse 1

I came from nothing, don’t forget that

Worn-out soles, dreams in a backpack

Now the roof gone, leather real soft

Same feet that used to walk crack

They see the whip, think it fell from the sky

Don’t see the nights I was dead inside

I paid in time, I paid in stress

I paid in tears I never cried

These shoes clean ‘cause my past was dirty

Fuck your shortcuts, I moved early

While they slept, I was building momentum

Now they mad ‘cause the shit working

I don’t flex loud, I flex facts

Distance from broke, that’s real stats

If jealousy was currency

You’d still be broke — imagine that

Hook

Drop top down, let the whole block see

Fresh kicks on, yeah, these ain’t cheap

Talk shit all you want, don’t bother me

I was broke as fuck, now I’m hard to beat

Nice shoes, yeah, I stepped on hell (hell hell hell)

Every win got a story to tell (tell tell tell)

I don’t fake this life, I know it well

Now I ride real smooth, go to hell (hell hell hell)

Verse 2

Fuck opinions, they don’t mean shit

Same dudes talking still ain’t did shit

I turned pressure into horsepower

Now my foot heavy when I hit it

They rent a moment, I own time

Drop top spinning, sun on mine

If success make ‘em uncomfortable

Good — I hope it fucks with their spine

I walked through doubt in designer soles

Every mile earned, never sold

Now my life look loud as fuck

‘Cause I survived what broke their soul

Bridge

They want the shine, not the scars

They want the car, not the start

I wear success like armor now

Every win hit hard as fuck (win)

Final Hook

Drop top down, yeah, I earned my spot

Fresh shoes loud, let ‘em talk their talk

I paid my dues, then doubled the cost

Now I step real clean with a fuck-you walk (oww)

Nice shoes, yeah, I flex with reason

Every loss turned into a season

If they hate, let ‘em hate some more

I turn that shit into gasoline

Outro

Yeah…

Still walking forward.

Still talking my shit.