My Adidas

[Intro: [?]]
"Y'all need to make a record about your sneakers and it needs to start—we was on 205th Street was where we stood and Russell was high and he said, "The record needs to start 'My Adidas'"

[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]
Yeah, I walk through hell in my Adidas, bitch
Inhaling reefer and picking the scabs that life will leave you with (Yeah)
Eastside 'til my soul decide to leave this bitch
Got snake skin on my shell toes, these kicks'll probably make PETA sick (Ha)
I zone out to the 808 in the old school and let the speakers hit
My Jeremy Scott's got wings on 'em, I can levitate in these sneakers, bitch
This color scheme so fresh and clean, pussy nigga, you ain't got these
Got the Michael Jackson with the straps on 'em, I can moonwalk, Billie Jean (Hee)
Sip promethazine in a limousine, Top Tens, they winter green
I'll stomp a hater in three stripes, get blood stain on my denim jeans
L—lace 'em up and then scrap in 'em, d—dope boys, they trap in them
Jam Master Jay, he scratched in 'em, Run-D.M.C. rapped in 'em (Run!)
B-Boys, they pop locked, tear subways in the South Bronx
Made Hip-Hop in these sneakers, running through project halls when the cops come
Ghetto kids with dreams tryna live life and don't know the outcome
It's history in these sneakers, bitch, I had to shout 'em out on the album, 'cause they

[Chorus: Jarren Benton]
Dope boy fresh (Fresh,) open casket clean (Clean)
Rick James faded (Faded,) smoking gasoline
Eastside 'til I die (Die,) three stripes on my sneakers (Sneakers)
Bitch, I'm in my zone, flexing hard on these hoes in my Adidas

[Scratches: DJ Hoppa]
"My—my A—A—didas"
"A—A—A"
"It's me against the world in my Adidas"
"'Didas ('Didas,) 'didas" ('Didas)
"It's me against the world in my Adidas"

[Verse 2: Jarren Benton]
Yeah
Rest in peace to the MCA's ([?]), A—d—i-d—a—
S, I'm so fresh to death, throw me in the crematory (Yeah)
I was on the shit so prematurely as an adolescent, pubescent teen
Outfit was on guillotine (Swing) and my shoe game was open casket clean (Ha)
I'm a sneaker addict and I need a fix, polo with these Stan Smiths
West Memphis shit with these high tops, paid a grip for these damn kicks
It's art on my feet, bitch, like Warhol on a canvas (Ha)
My girl say I need help, I got a sick fetish for this brand, bitch (Yeah)
My homeboy went to jail in 'em, next day, made bail in 'em
Got a pair of 'das so damn cold with the leopard print and the tail in 'em
Get pissed off when I scuff them up ([?],) I toss 'em out when I fuck 'em up (Yeah)
And get a fresh pair the next day with four straps that buckle up
This the brand that I represent, put that on a testament
This Eastside, these three stripes, I step out so elegant (Yeah)
Made hip-hop in these sneakers, for that, a pledge of allegiance
It's me against the world, middle finger to my foes in my Adidas

[Chorus: Jarren Benton]
Dope boy fresh (Fresh,) open casket clean (Clean)
Rick James faded (Faded,) smoking gasoline
Eastside 'til I die (Die,) three stripes on my sneakers (Sneakers)
Bitch, I'm in my zone, flexing hard on these hoes in my Adidas

[Scratches: DJ Hoppa]
"My—my A—A—didas"
"A—A—A"
"It's me against the world in my Adidas"
"'Didas ('Didas,) 'didas" ('Didas)
"Just me against the world in my Adidas"

[Outro: [?]]
"We put out an editorial called 'Felon Shoes,' because a lot of the drug dealers was were fresh—you know, they do their scrambling and they would go buy Adidas. So he said, 'If you see a kid with Adidas on, fresh Le's, fresh—you know, um—fresh nylon, fresh hat, fresh Kangol, cold chains, whatever, those are felons. We made it culturally, um, acceptable. We also made it a big fashion statement. 'Look, [?] Run-D.M.C. [?]'"

[Scratches: DJ Hoppa]
"A—A—A"
"It's me against the world in my Adidas"
"'Didas ('Didas,) 'didas" ('Didas)
"My—my A—A—didas" "Just me against the world in my Adidas"