God's Favorite... in them exclusive Rod Laver's
Now I scream, u scream we all scream for Ice Creams I got 'em all flavors
My two-tone uptowns piss off a racist
New York Style, I criss cross my laces
Top to bottom, lotta "sole" inside 'em
And niggaz be jelly they don't know where I got 'em
They be like... "where u get them homey?"
Fuck up out my biz lil' nigga u don't know me