[Intro talking: Jae Jax Da Menace & Frey]
(Yo, shit man, I heard about them new 4's nigga
Yeah man, them new 4's, them hoes just came out
Nah I want them fucking Foams man! Them Foams bro! Them Foams!
Yeah man, them shits is hot man, they get in next weekend
Yo…)
[Verse 1: Jae Jax Da Menace]
Man I always been a underachiever
Outcast while my class played follow the leader
Some follow the dro, some follow the leader
Of that hard alcohol, I was following neither
And of course he had the swag fag, skinny jeans, pants sag
Half a stack of they momma cash in they backpack
Hype-beats, jean crease, every pair of Nike's
Claim that they nice shit was popular on ice skates
I be like, "Damn, how could they afford that shit?"
I used to be jealous of niggas who could afford they whips
Plotting like, "One day man, I'mma jack they shit
I'mma take they shoes, and I'mma smack they bitch."
When reality I wasn't gon' do shit
Menace would have if I knew him
But we didn't meet 'till like later in life
When I put down my fist, and started carrying knives
Yo, (was it this year of the Space Jams?)
Hell yeah, and goddamm I was hating
Cause it seems like every nigga at my school had them pair of shoes
Make me want to throw 'em out a plane without a parachute
That's kind of crazy, but it never really fazed me
In my brain, that I was insane
Till I jumped and started killing shit, with this pen game
Since then, I been as sick as in this fucking win game, yeah
[Bridge: Jae Jax Da Menace]
Space Jams and the Wolf Grey Jordan's, man that shit was so important (important)
Cough Drop Foams in my home, man that shit was so important
Bread 7's, Cool Grey 11's, man that shit was so important
Cough Drop Foams in my home, man that shit was so important
[Hook: Jae Jax Da Menace & Frey]
So pick your poison (la la la la la)
Is it money, is it cars, is it clothes, is it jewelry, is it hoes? Oh no
Pick your poison (la la la la la)
Is it liquor, is it women, making money, burning buildings, theories of this world ending?
Pick your poison (la la la la la)
It's the club, go to work, next day praise the church while your kids go berserk
While we fighting to live, where we living to die
We just buying this shit to make the time go by
Pick your poison
[Verse 2: Frey]
Yeah, pick your poison, yeah, precisely
Shoutout the hype-beats, niggas that rock the newest Nike's
I know it's price-ly, but to me this shit is priceless
And yeah I got time for the line outside the nice kicks
Well that's how life is, you know I got to rock the nice shit
Graveyard shit for my shit like the night shit
Dime for them dimes, yeah them 10's looking right, shit
And bet them Cool Grey's keep me icy, they like me
(I almost got shot cause I ew a nigga 5's)
Busting grapes in food fights if I stump him in the eye
I guess they dead stock, even though nobody doubting
If they not, I know a guy that can bring them back to life
I got that mack tight, like I'm back in (?)
And I keep that crack white, now you addicted to (?)
They gave me life to drink, and as I took a big gulp
I nearly choked on the poison, I mistaked this poke
Going ham on the beat, thinking it's steak and pork
And I swear I got something for you hating folks
24 hours, what is you waiting for?
And I hope my tax money didn't pay for those
I can see you act funny, nigga raise your nose
Thank the Lord for this shit, cause I praise my clothes
Should I spent my bread on the 7's, or give it to a reverend?
Food for thought, I guess that puts my foot in my mouth for 11's
Pick your poison
[Bridge]
[Hook]
