Proph - Jordans feat. Joe Cool lyrics

rate me

Ah, woke up this morning thinking god I have the reason

As I get out the bed put on my blue armani slippers

Versace sheets, I make the bed then I take a picture

Logos of amsterdam and sirock stay on my liquor

My lady too she love mercedes and mix

Like a drug in the vein, she crave luxury lane

I’m waiting in the parking lot until the sun comes out

The first person in the line when no one’s come out

My homie said dog I just got me a job

I told the nigga cool I just got to the Bronx

A chick said intrigue me, give me the laugh man

She fuck me off the tack cause it’s calling it swag

I spent the day inside the mall put it all in the bag

And came through to the hood now they call me the man

The sun going down time to call it the day

Woke up the next morning just to order the jays, jordans!

A rapper wore shoe now I do it too

An athlete wore shoe now I do it too

Now if you follow suit then you in the group

If you don’t you get the boot they like who are you

I remember when I heard about the timbalands

Didn’t know the brand so I bought the sketches

Now I know to go and always buy the timbalands

Because the jokes made sure I won’t forget this

My older brother used to always rock the eddie bower

And all the baller thugs are baller girls with nordica

Remember jordan had the black and white now buy 11’s

I told my mama what the price is and she lost it cause

I put em on never going to rain

Don’t let em tell you nothing different cause it’s all in the name

Now you can look outside the box find a woman with brains

Or you can buy the boxter porsche and have em going insane, jordans

I was born in the shower line, survive

My mom provided a pair of 9’s

So I feel the air so fly,

And I’m one of the jersey with the 45’s

Cause all of my friends had the retros

And I couldn’t afford mines

So damn, my pops got me a pair of 10’s

The black and blue had my first fight at school

Kicked him till he turned black and blue

Shit, I was living in kansas then, with jay hawk fans

I fanned all the negative clouds up off my plans

To get them 3’s, and they gotta be the og’s

And there’s gotta be a way for a young nigga to get this cheese

There’s gotta be a way to get paid and show em off my feet

I know that all I believe, eventually I will achieve

I recognize it so oftly, to get the fleas and ball for me

Cause I don’t like itching, these bitches bitching

I’m in the kitchen, beating all counters

Tryna find intimate rhythms

And kick up all these crazy raps

I hope that you feel me

I’ma get crazy boxes, box and conceal em

Boxing the ceiling, tryina break through my roof

Of that ...feeling, no willing, hope I’m not killing

When I step inside the building, my nigga I’m just building

Loving that new jay feeling, jay feeling, jay feeling.