On the outs I lace up, the world I face up

To score on anybody, its war on everybody

The new guys come in blood shot between the eyes

As long as their sellin that merchandise

And one what goes in don't come back

The color may be green but its also black

And red I know many heads that spent bloodshed

Cursed in converses, dead in Pro Keds

Now every Tom, Dick, Harry or Joe Smith

Skip the spauldings, pony's, and k-swiss

High school and college coaches gettin 

Kickbacks from scholarships and them slave ships



Hey Dr. J where you got those moves

Was it gettin high in the schools

Can it be the shoes?

Truth is truth, I tear the fuckin roof off the house

Expose them foes with my mouth

I see corporate hands up in foreign lands

With the man behind the man gettin paid behind the man

I hold the rocket stop the hand in my pocket

200 a pair but I'm addicted to the gear

They'll make me do things on the court to amaze ya

I heard they make em for a buck 8 in Asia

They came a long way baby since

Clyde Frazier had pumas, pullin mad consumers

Them Filas I'm feelin but I cant touch the ceiling

Them New Balance hits 120 million

The last thing I need is Adidas terminatin my contract

For wearing those old pair of wack

Reebok low tops covered up by floppy socks

Gave me a jump shot before I got jumped and shot

Duckin a word from my sponsor

Trying to end my year like Kwaanza



Been paid since the 8th grade

11th grader, pop the champagne

12th grade start the campaign

Gettin fame sign my name in the dotted frame

Nike got me pullin re's and g's

Shit, I can get shot for these

Please god give me 20 more years on these knees

To maintain without this game I gotta do keys

And I don't wanna go there because its fuckin everywhere

Factories wanna be me kids wanna see me

Behind the wheels and endorsement deals

Its the politics and the tricks behind the kicks