Lyrics NEW SHOES - 2KBABY

I can't do nothin' but thank God for the new shoes
I ain't have a clue what to do (what to do?)
Got to thank God for a lot, I ain't on the block
Nigga better stop, who is you? (Who is you?)
They gon' talk a lot when you not on top, now I'm hot
Now a nigga cop what he wanna cop off the lot
Why they worry about what a nigga got? Ayy

Bitch, I ain't worried 'bout you ('bout you, 'bout you)
Never had a lot, but I made a cop and I made it pop
Made it do what it do
Punchin' in the clock, money in the box just to wear some rocks
Still graduated school (still graduated school)
'Member I was bummy, now I'm gettin' money, cookin' up with Sonny
Man, they said that I would lose, yeah
So I had to bust a move, oh, yeah, yeah

Mama cried on Christian really sittin' in the back seat
I was only tryna make our situation happy
I know you probably love me more if I had stayed a athlete
So I been runnin' through these fuckin' hundreds like a track meet
Then ever since we fell out, I ain't kept up with my acne
I been solo-doloing, ain't had them on the back knee
Heard word around the city, man, some niggas wanna whack me
Four hundred, Taylor totin', tell a nigga, "Come get at me", yeah

I'm in the game now
I took my brothers out the ghetto and I ain't changed now
I love they mothers like no other through my veins now
Neck clutter when I rock a couple chains now
Best cover when I tell you that the gang slide
Next bust'll come through bustin' at the same time
Bad bustin', 'bout two hundred, set the lane fire
Chest burnin' from his burner, I just thank God (God, God)

I can't do nothin' but thank God for the new shoes
I ain't have a clue what to do (what to do)
Got a thank God for a lot, I ain't on the block
Nigga better stop, who is you? (Who is you?)
They gon' talk a lot when you not on top, now I'm hot
Now a nigga cop what he wanna cop off the lot
Why they worry about what a nigga got? Ayy (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Bitch, I ain't worried 'bout you (worried 'bout you)
Never had a lot, but I made a cop and I made it pop
Made it do, what it do (what it do)
Punchin' in the clock, money in the box just to wear some rocks
Still graduated school (still graduated school)
'Member I was bummy, now I'm gettin' money, cookin' up with Sonny
Man, they said that I would lose (said that I would lose), yeah
So I had to bust a move, oh, yeah, yeah