Lyrics of 'Kicks' by Chosen Jacobs

Ain’t nothin’ fresher than my
Ain’t nothin’ fresher than my
Ain’t nothin’ fresher than my

Limited release, had to pull up early
Number 33 on the back of my jersey
I'm an all star, from low to high tops
The lines for five blocks, can’t wait till they drop my

Kicks, kicks, kicks
Ain’t nothin’ fresher, no one’s stepping on my
Kicks, kicks, kicks
They be like: What are those?
Those soles are sick, sick, sick
I be like, sho’ you right, paparazzi takin’ pics

They want the kicks, they want the drip
They want the heat and they know who’s lit
We stroll the streets laced up
Don’t trip, (don’t trip), don’t trip

I like custom Nikes
Gucci suits me nicely
Prada make ‘em pricey
No one wears ‘em like me

My soles got soul
I’ve been this gold since I was three-years-old
I'm going for my goals, soaring high the starts
It’s more than what you wear, represent who you are

Just when you think I'm high enough, high enough
I'm gonna take it higher up, higher up
Leaving gravity, I'm fired up, fired up
It’s a King-6 release, bruh

Ain’t nothin’ fresher than my
Kicks, kicks, kicks
Ain’t nothin’ fresher, no one’s stepping on my
Kicks, kicks, kicks
They be like: What are those?
Those soles are sick, sick, sick
I be like, sho’ you right, paparazzi takin’ pics, pics
Snip, snip

It’s hard to explain the game and what it means
From the sketch on a page to the stitch on the seams
From the OG’s to the HyperStrike color scheme
Don’t sleep on me, homie, I design in my dreams
‘Cause everything’s fine in my dreams
I can fly in my dreams, sky high in my dreams
But I fall down to earth when the alarm clock rings
Back to reality, I'm only 17, man!

I should be makin’ Nike
I should be makin’ Reebok
You should be checkin’ Hype Breast, to cop my new Adidas
I should be hitting new heights, I'm coming for the kingdom
Dead stock, just watch me change the world with my kicks
I glide, I slide, I fly with my kicks

You can tell a lot about me by the way I wear my
Kicks, kicks, kicks
Ain’t nothin’ fresher, no one’s stepping on my
Kicks, kicks, kicks
They be like: What are those?
Those soles are sick, sick, sick
I be like, sho’ you right, paparazzi takin’ pics, pics, pics
Ain’t nothin’ fresher than my kicks