Roman Da'fro - OBEEZY Lyrics

My homie came to school with the flyest kicks
Trying to kick it with cool kids I need the same shit
Father said you not a hooper what you need some Jordan's for
Cuz everybody round campus talm bout how they needing those
Slip em on my feet I'll be a whole different nigga
Sour faced f*ckers make these other niggas bitter
We order by today by tomorrow their delivered
Gotta keep my guard up cuz these niggas a steal em
Six weeks passed by brought home my report card
Ain't no f*cking dummy but a nigga had to work hard
Hustling not in the streets I was on my P's and Q's
Had the concrete busters I walked they were talking shoes
Father told hop up in the whip time for some new sneaks
Happy than motherf*cker hopped in the passenger seat
Driving down the street thinking we heading to the footlocker
Dozed off woke up we at the Big T Plaza
Walking through the Plaza high priced knockoffs
But I respect my father know he worked his ass off
Haggling with the vendor this shit too high for the Plaza
We should've took our black ass down to Foot Locker
Pointed to left asking how much is them forces
Picked up a size eight with Obama face on it
First black president I figure I was representing
Ain't never seen no forces with Bush or Bill Clinton
Took em home put em on for school the next day
Thought I was the freshest I'm done up bought to get mad play
Crushing on this beauty soft spoken speaking in lowercase
She looked at me looked down at my feet laughed in a nigga face
Now these niggas at the lunch table all clowning me
Boy what the f*ck are them you got wrapped around ya feet
Hit one in the jaw nigga thought that I was soft
Kicked em with the Obeezy and a nigga still lost