Colorway - Willis

Currently out here, the word on the street: you ain’t worth any currency.

Tell me really have you heard of me?

Furtively walking out wit no security

Uptempo knicks on my feet with the 33

Y’all be trippin, everybody missing

I am scottie pippin with the defense

Ain’t no slippin, and i never give in to the current.

not lost in the recent

As i grow, it don’t matter tho, cause i can retro my whole childhood

Re-release all my inhibitions any way that a child could

Seem like life’s the same colors every day

Wishin i could try a new colorway

My life look like raptor 7's, but alone my soul so aqua 8

Fuck the shit that gets propagated just to take advantage of the young mind

I never seen so much disingenuous shit online at one time

Finna lace up my griffey’s.

and judo kick donald in the lips

Fuck his momma, donald is a bitch.

donald twitter moment current events

Bitch we for the youth, never were on the fence

Indiana never been encouraged for Pence

Black lives matter, black culture, support it

Anybody thinking different currently dense

Twitter moments like flight club for the new release, and the youth will view it

Ain’t no kids look at BBC unless TDE would tell the kids to do it

Young people calling they state representatives cause twitter told em to

Master that for monetary gain, they got no idea what we goin thru

So march on, we all soldiers in different boots

Zoom in to this little picture, lets share stories and trade shoes

So walk a mile in my 34s

On n off the court, why tf would i get em dirty for?

4th quarter champ, so what you look so worried for?

Im scottie pippin, just need to put on my jersey more

So watch me fly, I’m like mike in '91

These sneakers on my feet so tattered up, they might be done

But when it comes game time, I’m a working force

Ima fly right right out the gym with my 34s

Lace me up tight

Im ballin all night

Here to save the day

Its a dark night

Superhero when i flex

When i die is when ill rest

We want it all, nothing less

Hall of fame game, blessed

All black, rocking space jams back in '06 in a wasteland

Shooting dice, dawg, with the same hands that i used to bag up the big grams

Hustla every minute, man.

Direct connect don’t need a minute plan

Runnin thru the nap in my air max 95's till I’m finished man

Shining daily like the black and gold patent leather Jordan 1's

On and off the court

I been the one, young god, fresh to death.

Yeah, I’m a walking morgue

I got the Royals but i want some more

Took my check and fucked up the store

Fiex Forever sweater in the colder weather with the Flu Games, go to war

I stay in the gym.

Above the rim

Rucker record setter in my Penny’s

Contract worth a pretty penny, cause i get down in the nitty gritty

My game litty since a itty bitty

What the fuck you mean i ain’t the one?

I am the shooter, the glove, and the gun

So when i pop, don’t be stunned

Lace me up tight

Im ballin all night

Here to save the day

Its a dark night

Superhero when i flex

When i die is when ill rest

We want it all, nothing less

Hall of fame game, blessed

So walk a mile in my 34s

On n off the court, why tf would i get em dirty for?

4th quarter champ, so what you look so worried for?

Im scottie pippin, just need to put on my jersey more

So watch me fly, I’m like mike in '91

These sneakers on my feet so tattered up, they might be done

But when it comes game time, I’m a working force

Ima fly right right out the gym with my 34s