Letra de ' Chucks (feat. Exile, KXNG Crooked & Kurupt) ' de Blu

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?

'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

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 fuck
And I ain't gotta ask about yours, mine's enough
To remind me of the grimey stuff
Yo, I'd been stuck hustlin' if it wasn't for hip hop
Yo, fuck the shit 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 like someone that's played out
I came 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 Mrs- Franklin gettin' the Benjamin Franklins
When you see G-O-D, be sure to thank him
But please don't trip

'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

Lace my chucks up
Yeah my boy, that's what the fuck we on
In LA-, its Child's Play, got my Chuckys on
The rap game is my bitch, 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, this 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-drr
You know what that is, it means my gun's loaded
Black Chuck Taylors with the tongues folded

'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

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 [?], 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 are spread through the air like spears
I got them all white, all blue, grey, black [?]
These niggas weird
The pirate comes out, young Blackbeard
Now look nigga
(Ah)
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' niggas 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, cock it back and let off five
Fuck these niggas, '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, 'cause, give me a motherfuckin' mic nig-